Grandma Leola uses her faith to encourage a sick neighbor and calm her fears by directing her back to God. Grandma Leola is the embodiment of the quintessential perfect love and silent wisdom of our elders, our Grandparents, in majestic form and deed. When we think of the Grandmother, traditionally defined, we think of understanding, calm, hugs, love, pride, and home cooked comfort. We think of a gentle blowing on a freshly wounded knee. We think of a warm compress on a fevered brow. We think of a bubble bath with a floating ducky cleaning off the grime of the day. We think of a warm fire on a cold evening-and perfect silence giving way to perfect peace. We think of aprons dusted in flour, and a rainbow of flowers planted in the yard. We think of home painted bird houses and static records playing concertos and the blues. We think of stories of survival, 5 cent loaves of bread, doilies hosting porcelain figurines and black-n-white photographs of loves first encounter. We think of slowing down. We think of canes and wheelchairs, hospices and growing older. We think of the smallness of our biggest pains, the letting go of our greatest mistakes, forgiveness, redemption, eternity. We think of cookies, fresh out of the oven.