My grandmother was arguably the most pure hearted saint to ever live, who gave unconditional love to every member of our family. My grandmother listened to every word I needed to say when hard times hit that seemed to be forever broken. Nothing was ever broken or irreplaceable for grandma tho. I always knew I had a place in her home to speak freely 1,000%, and she ALWAYS made sure to tell me to come back for any support, Napoleon mini wafers, and of course maybe a Shirley Temple movie or 2. She never judged a single soul, she was so beautifully perfect. She came from a difficult and challenging upbringing which she took on with unbelievable strength and patience even tho today we'd look back with her and couldn't fathom how hard she fought even when it meant to swallow any fear that may have. She then later on took on even more challenging circumstances that led to hardship and difficult decisions... but NONE of this, 100% not one bit of any rough times that came her way, never once distracted or took her away from putting her entire family on the highest pedestal she had to hold us all the closest she possibly could. My grandma was literally the definition of a saint, a fighter, & a constant example of how we all can take on life in all its many forms. She was perfect...she was the hardest person I could say goodbye to. Love you grandma.