My Great-GrandmotherShe died yesterday at the age of one hundred and two years. It was also the day after my parents came home from visiting her. It's one of those deaths that's hard to be sad about. They had to finally put her in a nursing home less than a year ago and she was completely miserable there. She also kept saying things like, "I'm ready for the Good Lord to take me home." So I'll still miss her, but this is what she wanted. My favorite memory of her was when she randomly told us about how she got married. He was 18, she was 16. They ran away from home together and eloped.