Leroy from Fame tells life to talk to the hand.

My grandmother, Bettie, passed away a few weeks ago. And I’m not doing so well because of it.

In part, this is grief at her passing. She was my last living grandparent (step-grandparents included). I barely knew her growing up, but I got to know her better as an adult. Some of my friend probably remember me bragging about her as my ‘sexy’ grandmother who still wore 4-inch heels into her late 90s and had boyfriends decades her junior. Who wore st...