Farewell, Sweet Irene

(Irene's on the left and my Grammy's on the right.)

My great-aunt Irene passed away last week at the ripe age of 100. She was hilarious, curious, beautiful, courageous, and an absolute straight-shooter, right up to the end.

At times, she was a little shaky on the idea of heaven, and if there was a heaven, would she make it in.

I can tell you this, if there is one, the doors were flung open wide for her welcome home party.
And James Garner was mixing the drinks.

So, here's to you, Irene. You are missed more than you can imagine.