Who doesn't love a strong woman?

It's taken me a few days to collect my thoughts. Last week we spent a long weekend in Illinois with hubby's maternal grandmother. I never met my maternal grandmother in person. Only spoke with her on the phone from time to time. She lived in the Phillippines and I lived here in the states. Not sure if that's an excuse, but that's how it played out. She passed away a couple of years ago and now I can only hope to meet her 'on the other side'. I enjoy spending time with hubby's grandma. She's a rare breed. One of strength, stubborness, and she's out right hilarious. I could sit and listen to her stories of how she wasn't a 'girl to be trained' as she put it. She may be small in stature but she is definitely not small in spirit. That is one lady full of life.