My Granny Eunice Kash was a bright loving and faithful woman. Committed to her children, her extended family and her God, everyone she crossed paths with received a slice of her unique brand of wisdom. Granny knew plenty of sorrow in her life, but she never dwelled on it, instead preferring to always look forward to better times. Granny ALWAYS took the high road. She taught us each the gift of joy. Leading us to embrace our silly and whimsical selves and to wring from each moment whatever hapiness you could. As a child, I used to lay with Granny in bed and talk. She would ask, "Want to see a pretty leg?" followed by "Want to see another?" and would complain when i would touch her feet with mine, which she called cold and clammy. She was a friend and a confidante. Her love of music often spilled over into her faith and as a result, everyone she ever stayed with knows every word to "Power in the Blood". A wicked Scrabble player, Granny used her profound vocabulary to routinely beat all comers. I imagine that while Aunt Belle was waiting for Granny she was eagerly anticipating an eternal rematch. Granny was smart. We're talking Sunday morning crossword puzzle in ink smart. She was unassuming and quiet but she always knew what time it was. She would say "A wise woman know when to listen". She provided great insight. Granny was slow to offend and quick to forgive. Everyone loved Granny, because Granny loved everyone. She truly cared about all of the people in her life and made sure they knew that. When Granny, called you, "Baby", it wasn't because she couldn't remember your name or because it was easier. It was so that you knew that you were in her loving care. You were one of hers. And that was something truly special. Granny was a woman of profound faith, never wavering, never doubting. Her challenges in life were all weathered through her faith. And Granny loved her church.Volunteering as much as she could to give back. My son, Richard, reminded me that Granny, having suffered three broken ribs, still managed to find her way to the thrift store at the church. This simple act helped a child understand the importance of faith and service. This was just how Granny lived her life. Teaching until the end. As I recall my last Granny-made bowl of Day after Thanksgiving Turkey soup or those special peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches (she really did lick the knife) my heart is breaking. I will always love my Granny and I will miss her terribly. But in the end, as Gran would have told me, it's not all bad. Because now I have an angel of my very own.