The sweet old lady who sat with me on my uncle's porch, and when I made small talk by saying it was a beautiful day outside, she thought I said there was a bat outside, so she started to scream and cover her face. When I explained to her that I said it was a beautiful DAY outside, she got very quiet and calm, and after a few moments of silence, she agreed with me.

The wonderful old lady who spoke her mind. I remember my sister and I were laying on the sofa at Granny's house, and when Bridget had to itch her foot, she placed her feet on the sofa and my grandmother snapped. She said "Get your filthy feet off the couch!!" and the second my sister got her foot off, she snapped back into her happy, bubbly mood.

The funny old lady who's starting to loose her memory. Just a few months ago, she was staying at my Aunt's house, and she fell on the ground. My Aunt called 911 and some firemen had to pick her up and place her back into bed. The next day, the whole family was making fun of her, saying that there were a bunch of firemen helping her back into bed. Then, when they were saying goodnight to her, she turned around and said "I'll try not to have my boyfriends come over again."

The greatest old lady, with the heart of gold. Honestly, I think I was the favorite of the Radley Family. My mom always gave her a hard time over the years, and she was never really interested in my dad. The the whole foot thing with my sister. I think I was special to her. Because the last known words from her to me was when my mom showed her my drawings. She said that I'd grow up to be a wonderful person.

I'll never forget my wonderful grandma. She only has so much time left, but my religous grandma is going no where, accept heaven. There's no doubt in my mind that she'll be going there. She's about 90 years old, and she lived one hell of a life. I hope her after life will be even more amazing. The days she walked have passed, and tomarrow is another day. The last sunset will be the prettiest. Her last breath will be soothing. Her last thought will be joyful. Her dying wishs will be granted. Her life is precious to me, and all of my family. She will not be forgotten. Her 9 children will recall all the days she was with them. All of my 18 cousins will remember her from the days they talked to her, or they hung out with her. And the lucky daughters and sons of the 18 cousins will have no memory, thus, no sorrow.