Grandma to the very end.

Noonie gave me a great idea for a post. One of the great Grandma stories to remember her by. Sorry it took so long to post it. It's been insanely busy here.

I had no idea that my grandmother ever drank any kind of alcohol. It is now widely known that she loves red wine. When she was living at my parents' house and Zelda was helping to keep an eye on her, she would occasionally ask for a sip of red wine.

One night, a few of us got together and were opening bottles of red wine. My grandmother came over and sat with us. Without her asking, we poured her a small amount. She lifted up her glass and said, "Yo!" (I'm probably mispelling it, but it's loosely translated to "down the hatch" in Vietnamese.) Everyone, including my grandmother, started laughing. So, we did the only natural thing we could. We poured some more. By this time, we were all shouting, "Yo! Yo! Yo!" Grandma picked up the glass and took a sip. We all started cheering. Grandma was smiling from ear to ear and laughing.

When Grandma reached the end, she wouldn't eat or drink. She wasn't lucid. We didn't want her to suffer from thirst so we had to put water on a spoon and give it to her that way. She indicated to us that she didn't want it by shaking her head. So what did we do? We told her it was red wine and all shouted "Yo!" Grandma opened her mouth and drank the spoonful of water.

Hardcore, Grandma! Fucking hardcore to the end.