From the Fortress of Solitude
Tonight three pictures highlighting the funniest woman I've ever known, my Grandmother Elda. She was stubborn, pig headed, at times rude, opinionated, and when you got her laughing she would never stop. It was common for her to laugh to the point of having an accident and rushing to the bathroom in mid story. We loved her visits and dreaded her departure. She was truly lovely and held on to life with both hands tightly.
She didn't go easily into that good night when her time came. She fought death with everything she had and took no prisoners, just ask anyone who spent time at her bedside at the hospital in Bismarck. In the end she lost her battle - as shall we all, but what a fight she fought.
She loved life, yes every minute of it. I tried to think of something fitting to be written on her tombstone, but in the end stopped out of frustration. How could you encapsulate the life of Elda Vercellino into a sentence? One thing I was certain, the phrase "Rest in Peace" didn't belong either. She was not the kind to rest. If heaven allows a bit of mischief and mayhem then you'll find my Grandma Elda at its center.
At her death Earth unleashed a spirit untamed. Give it to 'em Grandma.....