On My Grandma’s Passing

I was not the grandson my Grandma Betty really wanted.

That’s not to say she didn’t love me, or that she even particularly disliked me. Grandma and I, especially between about 2005-2008 or so, were the very definition of friends. We went on road trips together. We helped each other out with the unpleasant crap in our lives just by keeping each other company. We tried and succeeded 95% of the time to be amiable.

But the fact of the matter was simply that we were two very different people who s...