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Talked to mom about Grandma Pearl, and thank you all for the condolences-- they're much appreciated. Grandma Pearl was an amazing woman. She lived in Chicago on her own as a young woman, she taught my mom to drive, she could cook the best food, make her own pickles, and kick the tar out of any relative that dared step out of line.

She loved margaritas and knew several dozen hymns by heart. She could bend over and touch her toes with no trouble when she was 90, even after a hip and knee replacements.

She loved her kids and grandkids and great-grandkids and great-great-grandkids and pretty much everyone else. And even though I don't much hold with god, or heaven, or even afterlife... somehow I feel like there's a warrior there now, and she's looking after me.

Love you, Grandma-- I'll be sure to have an extra margarita for you when I can. And I'll sing a hymn while doing it. I can hear you laughing now.