She passed away, on this day, more than a few years ago. I remember my Grandmother, as the woman who brought me tayto’s when I had been told off, and sulking one day, at her house.
I remember her towards the end of her life, in bed, with an oxygen machine, making small talk with her. I remember her as being quite tall. Taller than my mother. Taller than my Grandfather, who age had bent over, but not subdued. I remember her hair was black, unlike my Mothers mothers, who had grey hair.
Her name was Katherine.