I remember listening to Gran’s stories about growing up in West Philadelphia and later Drexel Hill, the families and friends who filled her life. ‘How can one person know so many people?’ I thought. The answer was simple: Gran was a friend. She kept up with people. They mattered to her greatly. Through the crooked and straight paths of life, Gran was there. I saw this firsthand and over the years, over our countless chats together, I was proud to call her my friend. But what I remember most about Gran is her smile and the way it would light up her face. I would try to make her laugh just to see that smile. I miss you, Gran. Your friend, Brad