From the first moment I met Lois, I noticed a warm and genuine smile and it didn’t  take long to notice she had an ornery streak. She loved to tease and stretch truths. She also LOVED to tell embarrassing stories about her kids. Don’t worry Dan, your crawling in a downpour on your hands and knees pretending you were hurt and Lois watching and laughing at the window or breaking gas station windows, or getting arrested, those secrets are safe with me and the kids and....well everyone now :). 

Lois had a huge heart and shared all she had with everyone. She wasn’t the best cook or housekeeper but no one cared because her priority was making people feel special, especially Don. I’ve never known another person to love another as fierce as she did. He was her world. She spoiled and doted on that man. She touched, kissed, hugged, and waited on him every chance she got. Love like that doesn’t come around often. I’m absolutely sure she is kissing Don right now making him feel like a king.

Lois loved on my kids and taught them not to be materialistic or narcissistic, for that I am eternally grateful.

I will remember her love, her smile, her heart, her wit. I will remember her going barefoot everywhere, bra-less, unshaven legs, peacocks, love for elephant knickknacks and green rice. Ching Ching really really :)

There are a few things in life I will always associate with Grammy: tea and pizza.
My siblings and I used to ride the bus to Grammys after school sometimes, and she would meet us at the driveway to walk us back to the house while we talked about school. We would set up camp in the fireplace room to do our homework, read, or color; and Grammy would go to the kitchen to make us a pizza as an afternoon snack. We called it "Grammy Pizza" and it was, honestly, the worst pizza ever to exist. But we always ate it, because we loved Grammy and she made it for us. And from then on, every time I eat a bad piece of pizza, I think of how it measures up against her awful, after-school snack. 
Grammy Tea, on the other hand, was the best. She would make a pitcher of iced tea in the afternoons; and where normal people would put in about half a cup or so of sugar, Grammy would dump in nearly half the bag. It essentially became tea-flavored syrup, and it was delicious. I would often ask my dad to "make me some Grammy Tea" and he would oblige. 
I hope reading this gives you a smile and a sense of the love that Grammy gave to me, and I hope it also sparks similar fond memories of her in your mind.