The story behind it
In loving memory
Grandma taught us everything. How to knit. How to lie to the police. How to cut a clean line on a 1970s coffee table.
Every Christmas, after the kids went to bed, it was just us, her, and the good mirror.
She passed in March. Peacefully. Heart gave out at the after-party.
Her last wish: "Don't you dare put me in the ground. I want to go out the way I lived."
So we honour her every Sunday. One line at a time.
She's not gone. She's in our hearts. And our sinuses.
Sorry Grandma. You'd have done the same.