My grandmother, Edith Deaver (or just grandma Deaver) died early this past Monday morning. She had her three daughters nearby and, after living for a long, healthy life, she succumbed to those 93 years of time her on Earth. She will be missed, but no as much as she missed her husband Cicero, who had passed away some 11 years earlier. I like to believe that they are together again. Born and raised in the mountains of North Carolina, she left for the more coastal flat-lands to live most of her life in Hope Mills, NC. She had spent the more recent years in Birmingham, AL. Though she did not always have a happy or easy life, she made the most of it and raised three wonderful ladies (my mom and aunts) with my late grandfather. I remain grateful for her, for all that she did for my family through both good and bad times, and that she was taken after a long life without much suffering.