As I sit down to write about my grandmother, I am filled with a mix of emotions - happiness, nostalgia, and a deep sense of gratitude. My grandma, whom I lovingly call "Grandma," has been an integral part of my life, and her influence has shaped me into the person I am today.
Not bathing—she was fastidious about that. But bodies of water. Lakes. Rivers. Swimming pools. The ocean, which she had never seen in person but spoke of as if it were a personal enemy. “The sea wants to take things,” she’d say, wiping her hands on her apron. “And it doesn’t give them back.” My Grandmother -Grandma- you-re wet- -Final- By...
I never forgot that image: my grandmother, who could face down a rabid raccoon with a broom, brought low by water . As I sit down to write about my