@B.B.d.K. I'm so extremely sorry for your loss. I still remember the 2-3 times I went to Eli with the crew, how incredibly sweet she was to our rowdy group of knuckleheads, coming in late from a night of drinking at the clubhouse or Riddles, guys sleeping all over her house like it was a college apartment, never once acting like she was unhappy with the situation. Especially to that obnoxious, annoying, constantly coughing PTi. She was so incredibly welcoming to all of us and treated each of us like we were her own, pretty much the example of what the perfect grandmother was.
Also, true story, at your grandmother's house was the first time I had ever had Nutella in my life, and from that, I became a fan of the stuff. Guess I loved a sheltered life growing up.
In comparison, and I love and miss her dearly, my grandmother often times called my friends a bunch of drunk, womanizing frat boys who smelled like booze and feet...... to their/our faces. She wasn't nearly as kind as yours was.
I, like so many of us are here for you if you need anything bud. Love ya doggy. Stay strong.
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