Dorothy Parks, RIP

My grandmother died today. Born Dorothy Eleanor Richey, on January 26th, 1922, she married Charles Naylor, gave birth to my mother; then divorced and married Ray Parks. She often baby-sat my sister and me, and specialized in home-made hot cocoa. Her scrambled eggs had exactly the right amount of moisture. She had some artistic talent: she sketched cartoons and did needlework until her eyesight or her arthritis prevented it. She kept scrupulous track of the local professional baseball team, keeping their schedules and scores in her careful (Gregg shorthand-trained) script. She worked as an Executive Secretary for many years--and none of this describes the person she was, either as I knew her; or before, as she grew up.

The most truth I can write is that I love her, and I already miss her.