An excerpt from a book of essays and short stories I am working on:
When Grandma died, I sobbed as I testified at graveside that she was special, that without reservation she loved us all. She was our saint, our rock. Grandma Ethyl Atkins Barker and Uncle Kin Barker were saints who smiled into our lives. They both unconditionally loved us all, for Grandma that included one of our cousins who stole her pain pills.