Free Will.....I had a "Ma"like that too.
I loved her sooooo much and when she looked at me, there was this tweenkle in her eye! She was magic.
Joy, ....... she cooked, and in her foods she would place gem stones full of love and watch and wait for people to take notice of the "extra ingredients" *

How lovely.
She had chickens and loved them.
She's place a baby chick in my hands and I was sqeelingly (is that a word?) happy.
I look like her.
I have chickens.....LOVE them dearly.

She died when I was about 8? I remember so little....but the morning I came down from my bedroom to go to school, my Mom was crying, and I asked "what's wrong?".
She said, "Ma died, go to school!".
I did, blank faced, walked the 10 blocks to school.
I was in homeroom and it hit me like a ton of brincks and in front of everyone I screamed in horror and cried.
The teacher took me to the bathroom, asked me what was wrong, I told her and then I remember nothing.......
there are so many blanks in my childhood.........only trauma really wakes me up to see myself getting older.

My Ma's love lives within me, I still can see the sparkle of love in her eye.
I feel her in the winds.
Our love will never die.....I feed it, by cooking and placing little gems of love inmy meals, watchig people eat them and seeing if they taste it! LOL.

Glad you had a Grandma like you did.
Very special Love there!