Bertie and I shared a lot of time at Grandma Bertha's house on Eggleston in Roseland. Wearing Grandma's old fashion nightgowns to bed. I remember playing with Grandpa, hiding behind the big chairs in their living room. Trying to get chunks of ice off his truck. And Grandpa's big Germen Sheppard "Pal". I will miss her even tho I have not seen her for awhile I knew she was there.
I know the guardian Angel that Grandma told us about was there to greet her in
person and speed her journey to heaven.