She gave Jim his love of history and stories.
She was the first person to know that something was 'not right' with Charlie.
She told me the only place she'd ever liked to have visited besides Ireland, where her mother Honora was from, was China.
We'd gone to see her Saturday morning at the nursing home. She's been very, very ill for a long time and Jim and I had agreed it was okay for Charlie to wait in the car while Jim and I went in separately. Charlie'd been going in to see his grandmother regularly for much of the past year but a couple of months ago he saw two therapy dogs in the front entrance of the nursing home; he was ever after wary of entering. But, as we parked on Saturday, Charlie said he wanted to get out; said 'yes' about seeing Grandma. So (after peering in cautiously through a window to check for dogs) he rode a noisy elevator up to the second floor and saw Grandma, and was able to tell her 'bye Grandma,' one last time. I'm really proud of him for this.
We miss you, Grandma. We love you.
Requiescat in pace, Grace Marie Coston Fisher (1928 – 2010).