My last surviving grandparent, Vera Diggins, passed away late last night at age 90.
She was, quite simply, a remarkably kind and decent human being. During my whole life I don't think I ever heard her speak ill of anyone.
My grandparents raised three children and were married 60 years until my grandfather passed away in 2002.
If the definition of a life well lived is to consistently do right by those you love, then I'd have to say that hers was a life very well lived.
Love you, grandma. Rest in peace.
