My grandmother passed away yesterday, she was 95 years old. I spoke to her on the phone the day before, and told her about how I loved coming over to their house when I was a child. Grandpa used to make poached eggs on toast, and they would cut them up into little squares. They had a little corner of a bookshelf where they had a collection of toys for me.

I spent a good deal of time with my grandparents when I was growing up. They lived very close, and my parents would frequently drop me off there, or they would come and stay with me at our house. In fact, our house was the house that my mother grew up in. We moved apart in 1989, we moved to near New York City, my grandparents moved to Napa, CA.

Both of my grandparents got to meet my wife, although my grandfather died 10 years ago just before we were married. My grandmother was alive to see both of her great-grandchildren. I remember hearing about how after our first visit with our first child, she refused to have her sliding glass door cleaned because it had our daughter’s hand print on it.

We will all miss you Grandma.

Esther Scriven, November 11th 1911 - April 1st 2007.