Not many people would consider my grandmother a lady. In fact, she was quite the scandalous woman in her day. If she ever heard it wasn't ladylike to do something she would do it anyway or die trying...and she dressed to kill while doing it. It wasn't ladylike to be a business woman, and it was even less ladylike to own 5 without a male signature of permission. My grandmother realized early that assertive women are bitches, but assertive men are bosses. She accepted that and wore the moniker like banner but carried it easily like sun and summer. My grandmother believed there was no point to avoid the pain and suffering in life, because it was just as much a part of life as anything else. It would come for you at some point whether you wanted it to or not, and it would likely come for you several times. On the outside, she might have appeared cold, but in reality, she was trying to transcend the grief that comes and goes. She truly wanted you to be able to transcend it, too. She knew she was tough. She knew she was hard. She knew she was a knockout, and she knew her tongue was razor sharp. She also knew she wasn't perfect. She just chose to put her lipstick on, put her shoulders back, pull her chin up, and keep going even when it hurt anyway. It has been a difficult couple of weeks, but she always said to not spend too much time grieving for her, because she did everything she ever set out to do.