She was as tough as nails. Said it like it was. Take it or leave it. No apologies.
Yet somehow my grandmother captivated nearly every person she met. She came from a Norwegian heritage where you didn’t hug often or spend your time fluffing someone’s ego. None of this hindered anyone from knowing she loved them-deeply.
She was poised and elegant-refined. Yet she could party and let loose with the best of them.
As an adult myself now I wish she was around to ask how she did it. How’d she balance the seriousness of life with the perfect splash of pizazz? How’d she take life with the perfect spritz of critique and humor?
I may never know but I work daily to find my way and maybe someday the answers will appear.