John's grandmother passed away this past Wednesday. I've thought about the amazing woman she was as we made travel plans and arranged for time off work.
The best description I can come up with is that she was a firecracker.
I've since added to my bucket list that I want to be called a firecracker when I'm old and gray. I want people to say, "That Becky Mochaface. She was a firecracker."
But how do you become a firecracker?
I'm not entirely sure.