This is my favorite photo of my Grandma, and the one that I will always remember her by.
In my memory, Grandma Fern was always this person: smiling on the porch steps, standing in the warm dappled sunlight of a Michigan summer. She was the grandmother who was always happy to see you, who would give you hugs and kisses and send homemade fudge at Christmastime. She would patiently play cards with pre-teen adolescents as if it were the one thing she wanted to do most in the world. She let us eat sugar cereals and always, always, sent cards on our birthdays.
Love you always, Grandma. XOXO