Today would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday. Yesterday, I shared a bit about my dad’s mother, but this time I am talking about my mom’s mother. She would have turned 100 today.

However, she passed away back before I was born, or even my sisters were born.

(left: My grandmother. Right: Me, at a grave in the family cemetery where she was buried.)

We never had the chance to meet her, but everyone who did speaks very highly of her. One aunt says that she married into the family not for my uncle, but for my grandmother.

Happy 100th birthday, Grandma Ary.