We called her Bamo. Bamo was my father's mother. My grandfather, who we called Ba, died when I was just 9 years old in 1976. Bamo lived another 23 years residing in the same house my dad grew up in just across the lake from my parent's house where I grew up. She passed away in March of '99 at 94 years old and was my last surviving grandparent. I'm grateful for pictures like this partly because Riley nor the twins have any memory of her. But also because these are hazy years for me and finding this sweet picture with Riley joyfully smiling enfolded in my grandmother's arms helps keep her memory alive in my heart. In the busyness of life, it's easy to forget how much I miss my grandparents. This was a bittersweet reminder.