This shit is getting old. ... but not Grandma

My 92 year old grandmother passed away this morning. We are flying up to be with brother and my nephew is driving in. She lived with Linda, my sister who passed in August, for most of my life. She was this really neat,freakishly intelligent and articulate woman. I am going to miss her kicking my ass in Scrabble. She wanted to be donated to science, but was too emaciated. They wouldn't take her. She will be cremated instead. Grandma was a feeder. She always had a genourmous spread out when we arrived for the summer or holidays. We decided to cook a huge Thanksgiving dinner (early) in her honor and eat ourselves stupid. She would have loved that. She, never understanding my going vegetarian, never understood why I didn't want just a taste of the delicious ham, turkey or roast she spent all day cooking. I am going to miss her saying, "Well, what is *wrong* with the turkey? Don't you like turkey? Aren't you hungry? I thought you said you were hungry. It *really* is a good turkey. Is there something wrong with it?" I am going to miss the way her face lit up whenever we walked in the room. I miss her.