Response to one question for "Rite of Passage"

Well to start off I don't have any memory of my actual grandparents, but there is someone who did mean alot to me, and that was my aunt's mother. I have some memory of my aunts mom, who more less was my grandma. Every Thanksgiving grandmas house was the place to be with friends, family, and not immediate family. She was always a happy person always had a smile on her face whether or not something negative was going on or if she was having a bad day. Whenever we had family problems she was the lady to go to so we could vent and get things out as she was a very understanding individual and looked at things from both views. In another words she was just the person you could depend on know matter what.

Grandma what a lady you never knew what she had in store for you. There was one evening when know one was getting along, everybody was having one of those days. Well for some odd reason it decided to rain that day and were she lived if it rained the bridge to get out would be flooded over by the small creek. And of course thats exactly what happen, so the whole family ended up being stuck there for few hours before the creek would lower. She did nothing but talk positive to us as we were fighting about small things as we all do. But somehow by the time we left she had us all getting along and, "Not wanting to take each other outside with a baseball bat", as my mother would say. Somehow in that old but lovely heart she was always a inspiration to us all and left us all with smiles on our faces know matter what the case was.