Grandma married the postmaster of Dubuque, Iowa at the age of sixteen. They went their separate ways when she gave birth to another man's baby. There would be five more husbands to come.
Her kids would come home from school to ambulances - "My heart! My heart!"
Every time you upset Grandma she'd clutch her chest and say, "My heart!"
But when they sat by her hospital bed watching her organs fail one by one, it was her heart that wouldn't stop. Long after she'd passed out, her turtle heart kept beating.
She said she'd find us parking spaces from beyond the grave, and she really does.
