I think about Grandma alot, not obsessively or morbidly, but just sorta normally. The women in my family still have Grandma soup pots, or coffee pots, or china - and I don't think we'll ever get rid of them until somene takes them away from us. Grandma taught us that bats nest in your hair, and to always have a dime in your shoe...just in case. She taught me to knit and sew, and to be scared of heights. And superstitious!!! I can't spill salt to this day without throwing some of it over my left shoulder.
I'll save the story of Grandma coming back as a bird until another time. Lights out now.