Thank you for showing me what it truly means to be a grandmother. Not just in name, but in presence, in devotion, and in the constant way you made each of us feel seen and cherished. You taught me what it means to show up for the people you love, because you never missed a milestone (big or small) in the lives of your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Every performance, every game, every school play, every birthday party, illness, surgery, birth, and wedding, you were there. You taught me what it feels like to be able to count on someone completely.
You also taught me patience (though I can only imagine how much of it we required). Doing things like renting an actual bus to drive your children and your loud, squabbling grandchildren from Texas to Florida and back, and then taking us to Disney World, standing in long lines in the heat and riding every single ride with us, must have tested every last nerve. And yet you did it with love, wit, and a willingness to give us memories that would last a lifetime.
Thank you for showing me what unwavering, unconditional love and admiration look like over the course of a lifetime. When you left, the world became a little less bright, but the light you poured into all of us will continue to shine. I love you, Bobo, and I know I will catch myself looking for you during every major event for the rest of my life, and I know you will still be there cheering for me.