A Grandma Post-pink rose We laid Leona Richards Kelly Post to her eternal rest on a breeze-swept grassy hill overlooking the Mohawk Valley this morning, just a few weeks shy of her 96th birthday. She was Sean's father's mother, so my grandma-in-law and T's great-grandma. Sean has now entered the stage of life of having no living grandparents, one I arrived at nearly three decades ago. It had been a long grandparent-less haul, losing them all by the time I had barely graduated from college, so having someone to call Grandma again was a gift I treasured, and the gift was all the more special for the person Grandma Post was. Grandma did not live an easy life. She was widowed for the first time after only five years of marriage, left with two young boys -- one a toddler -- to raise alone, in a time when that was a rarity, and there was little social support for single, struggling mothers. I once asked her how she managed, as we watched T running around the rehabilitation hom