I won't remember Grandma having Alzheimers or being frail. I will remember her as a sweet, gentle, busy woman. I will always think of how much she loved planting and tending to her flower gardens, that she made the best homemade jam and pancakes I've ever tasted, how she took the time every day to curl her hair and used a giant hairdryer contraption to make it perfect and all the songs she would sing. When someone said something ridiculous,

I won't remember Grandma having Alzheimers or being frail. I will remember her as a sweet, gentle, busy woman. I will always think of how much she loved planting and tending to her flower gardens, that she made the best homemade jam and pancakes I've ever tasted, how she took the time every day to curl her hair and used a giant hairdryer contraption to make it perfect and all the songs she would sing. When someone said something ridiculous, she would say 'Oh brother' and when she was flustered, she'd rub behind her ear with her hand. More than anything, I will remember that whenever we'd say goodnight or goodbye, the last thing she would say to me is 'I love you bushels and bushels'.