My grandmother was a lovely, lovely lady
She was strong, intelligent, loving, pioneering (played team basketball in a day where women had only recently won the right to vote), skilled in so many ways, and I miss her terribly. That said, instead of getting maudlin and sentimental, I'll share a funny one:

My grandmother and my then-boyfriend/now-husband had only recently met, and she was coming over to Sunday supper at my mother's house along with the two of us. My mother and grandmother got on very well, but the one bone of contention was her cats; Nana never did much like cats. In an effort to placate her, my mother had moved the cat box from the bathroom and put it out in the garage. So there it is, Sunday, the table neatly set, the fellow and I neatly attired, and my grandmother pulls up. As a gentleman should, the now-spouse went out to meet her and escorted her in through the garage into the house. Halfway, she paused, smoothed her immaculately pressed dress, and in a most ladylike tone opined, 'This garage smells like cat shit' before continuing on into the house, leaving him in her wake, slightly befuddled and trying desperately not to laugh.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 22:50, Reply)