A STORY ABOUT MY GRANDMA

My grandma passed away recently. She was a sweet and sassy lady who loved her family, Shirley Temple movies, and always cleaning her plate.
  1. We were walking down the street in Winchester, Massachusetts
  2. At a corner, there was a young woman wearing a Panned Parenthood shirt and holding a clipboard.
  3. As awful as it makes me feel, I never want to stop to talk to the clipboard people.
    Even when I wholeheartedly support what they are out there advocating for, such as Planned Parenthood.
  4. The young woman asked us if we had time to learn more about PP.
  5. I was all ready to say: "Sorry, not today" and head into Starbucks.
  6. But my grandma--Irish (by way of Staten Island) Catholic and very firm in her beliefs--stopped.
  7. She said: "Well, I don't agree with what you're doing there, but I'll hear what you have to say."
  8. The woman gave her spiel, my grandma thanked her and wished her well, and we went on our way.
  9. Later that day we kind of got into a bit of an argument because I do support PP, but that's not really what I remember.
  10. I remember my grandma, willing to listen to opposing opinions and extending a basic kindness to someone trying to do their job.
  11. I frequently quote my grandma, saying: "That's why they make vanilla and chocolate."
  12. I'm pretty sure that's from a Peanuts comic she had framed in her kitchen.
  13. She really loved the Peanuts.
  14. I miss her and I know she's in heaven (even if I'm not sure I believe in all that) because that is what she believed.