I don’t know much about actual gypsies, but in my mind, they’re mysterious travelers with a thirst for adventure and a bit of magic about them.

Not many people in today’s world inspire thoughts of magic and wonder. In fact, I only know one, and I stole her from another family. She has passed away since the original writing of this blog post. It’s a tribute to her that I’m republishing it on my new site in her honor.

I’m talking about my Grams. Well, someone else’s Grams actually. I met her in a previous relationship. When that relationship ended I was unable to let her go. I’d grown too attached. She’s been my Grams ever since.