I don’t know that I have mentioned my grandmother much on this blog. She recently went to the hospital for difficulty breathing. I got a call today from my mother that she died this morning. No one expected it. She wasn’t seriously ill. She was 90, almost 91. Frankly, I didn’t know her that well. She wasn’t the kind of grandmother that doted on her grandkids or baked cookies. In fact, I don’t think I ever saw her bake.  She had been living in an assisted living home in Nebraska, where she lived her entire life.