

That's a pretty long time, no? My grandmother Jackson passed away this afternoon after almost 90 years on this earth. She was only in bad health the last few years of her life and was fortunate to have not really been sick her whole life. She taught me some of the finer things in life: pretty little dresses that she made for me from the time I was born and love for the Hogs. When I think of her, I think of her house out in Woodlawn and her sitting during Razorback basketball games and slapping her hands together when they didn't play well. I remember having to make sure that, after Neall and I spent time with her over the summer, we put the TV back on Channel 7 so that she could watch Ned Perme.
Good stuff. She is in a better place, one that we can we never even fathom. She is with her daughter--it's never fair to bury a child before you. She is with her children in law--who has two children in law die of the same stupid brain tumor? And they are happy and smiling watching all of us. Although we are all sad, it is consolation to know that they are healthy and happy. In a place with no cancer.