My Dad's Mom (Liam's Great Grandmother) turned 92 yesterday. NINETY-TWO.
She lives in the same house my Dad and his 6 siblings grew up in.
Thinking of her makes me wish I was 7 years old again and she could spoil me rotten with homemade apple pie and cookies.
On the phone, her accent is just as thick as the movie Fargo,
she's still sharp and has a picture of Liam placed where she can see him,
right there in her living room. Awesome.