Nora became my Grandmother when I was 5 or 6 years old, after Grandma Dot passed away. From that moment on, she was a wonderful grandmother in every sense of the word. She became a true mother to my mom, who she called "My Ruthie". As I think back on it though, she always preceded her kids' names with "My"--My Brucie, My Bonnie, etc... I think it was because she was always so proud of them and happy to have such a wonderful family. She adored my mother very much and, even after she passed, would talk about her all the time. Thanks to her, I have memories of her that I otherwise would not possess, as she died in a car accident when I was nine. I remember Nora and Chuck coming to see me in the hospital after the accident. At the time, she gave me my first real book, "Black Beauty". When I was finished with that, she promptly handed me my second one, "Tom Sawyer". She knew my mother was proud of my reading and wanted to make sure that I continued, even though she was no longer around to encourage me. To this day, I often re-read those books from time to time and both have had a permanent place on my Kindle for a long time now. Nora would sit and talk with me for hours on the phone, and even longer when I visited, although I did neither often enough. She was largely responsible for my spirituality and belief in the metaphysical, telling me of nightly visitations from my mother, at her bedside, after she passed. Most people don't know, but she even offered to raise me after my mother passed, which caused a three year rift between Nora, Chuck and my father, but later the fences were mended and she did her best to always welcome me into her home, her family, and her life. Of all my Grandparents, Nora probably knew me better than all the others put together, and she always took the time to make sure that I knew that I was not only loved, but wanted. She will be greatly missed, but now she can be with "Her Chuck", and I think that she's smiling down on us all. My deepest sympathies to Art, and to the rest of the family.