When we called Tugboat's grandmother to tell her we'd gotten engaged, she congratulated us profusely, but she also said, "It's not always rosy, baby." Those sage words have gotten us through some very rough times.
By all accounts, she and her husband, Tugboat's grandfather, were a true love match. I always thought of them as an example of how I hope our marriage fares.
Today she rejoined her beloved husband.
We'll miss you, Grandma Curl.