Ruth Deale Brody 03.03.
Goodnight my sweet grandmother of 92 years. You lived a life of mystery, intrigue, gusto, and made every minute your own. You had sass and attitude, and always had the perfect shade of red lipstick. You taught me to write cursive and made me read a book everyday. You always had the prettiest garden, with beautiful blooms all year round. You were well traveled and well versed and could cuss like a sailor. You were the best mother to my father and we will all miss you with every passing day.