She was funny and sassy, loving and kind. She was a mother, a grandmother, a sister, a daughter, and a friend. She had challenges in her life—plenty of them—but somehow, she kept going. And no, she wasn’t perfect. She was perfectly imperfect, and I loved every part of her. Anytime I needed her, she was there. She was always just a phone call away. Sometimes she could hear it in my voice before I even had the chance to tell her something was wrong. She wouldn’t ask a million q