My grandfather's second wife, Glenna was my grandmother's adversary from day one. While the rest of the family tolerated her, I thought "Glenna" was French for "Grandma" until I was almost a teenager. I only then learned Grandpa had left my Grandmother with two small children in 1950. Grandpa and Glenna married just before I was born in 1962. By the time I found out about all this, it was too late for me not to like her. I loved her.
I knew it was a sappy thing to do but I couldn't help myself. After my Grandfather died, and knowing Glenna was getting on in years, I sent her a little Eskimo girl figurine with a card telling her how much she meant to me. She died at home shortly thereafter. I lived far from home when both she and Grandpa had died so I wasn't able to make it back for either funeral. My sister-in-law, who had also held Glenna in high esteem, told me later she couldn't find the figurine. We both agreed this was odd since Glenna kept tedious records and was an avid collector of all things dealing with family. The figurine came in my mailbox a few weeks after her funeral with no return address, no card, and postmarked from Anchorage. My sister-in-law insisted she hadn't sent it. I'll probably never know how I came to get it back, but it wouldn't surprise me to find out Heaven's gates are in Alaska.