My grandma was a strong woman of German ancestry. She lived for her family and grandchildren. I heard stories about her being “tougher” on my my mom and uncles. A no nonsense but incredibly loving and good woman.
As a young teen I made a rude comment about my uncle. She called me out for it rightfully so. She told me that he was my elder and her son. I obviously still remember it and the positive impression that it made. She was the matriarch that held our family together and will never be replaced.
