Saturday, I mailed out a letter to my step-grandmother who is the only living grandparent of any sort I have left. Her husband, my grandfather, died at the end of last March, and it hit me really hard. For all intents and purposes, she was as much a grandmother to me as any blood relative, as she married into the family before I was born. Anyway, I think the letter was for me as much as for her. It was just an ordinary, conversational letter about what we’ve been up to … but it was my way of saying that she’s always my grandmother.