I remember when the boys were babies, and there was one person that could get them to stop crying - it was Grandma. She would hold them in her arms, facing her, and rock them outwards and backwards - usually singing some beautiful lullaby. She was magic. We were so incredibly lucky to know her, to learn from her, to laugh with her. Up until very recently, James would sleep with Grandma in her bed at moms whenever they slept over, and would climb up into her chair with her. Both boys just loved her so much, and just knew automatically how special she was. What an incredible woman. What an incredible life! I can still hear her voice and feel her hands.