My grandmother-in-law, in other words, Michael's grandmother, died last weekend. We have been mourning her this week. Here is her obituary.
I first met her in 2009 barely more than a month before Michael and I married. He said that if we were to get married, I had to meet his grandparents and the Minnesota family first. And though we had not traveled up there in the almost three years we had been dating, we made a rushed trip from Oklahoma City to Minneapolis in the short period of our engagement.
I had been told that Marion struggled with memory and recognizing people. As Michael, Grandpa Ted, and I walked into the assisted living center where she resided she looked up and saw Michael and she smiled and her eyes sparkled and she said hello and then she looked at me and said, "You must be Scott."
She was very upset that she was unable to travel to our wedding, though most of the rest of the family did. But she appreciated the pictures.
Last year I was acquiring Cich family photos for us to have at our house, and Michael's aunt Jackie sent this great one of a young Marion. I love it.