Gramma, you always watched the Buffalo news at 11. You never missed it and you loved it. I remember sleeping over and you only ever had Special K or Corn Flakes and I would have a bowl and we'd watch the news together. I remember sitting at the kitchen table and playing with all the little figurines from the red rose tea collection...your buzzing dryer in the kitchen, the old porch out back..jumping off the verandah and pretending to fly....when Richard threw the banana against the window by the sink and we laughed and laughed and I don't think you ever knew how it got there...the nivea cream that you used on your face every single day...the lipstick that was never applied enough..ha ha....our visits to church together....all the new words you taught me....I love you Gramma....