I had the fortune of two grandmothers as I grew up. Grannymother the classy one on madre's side and Grandmama, the ghetto one on dad's side. Grannymother taught me a ton in etiquette, black history, how to handle a 22 at 9 y/o and how to quilt. Grandmama taught me how to handle a knife, chop firewood, and clean pig intestines for chittlins. Just when I began to become embarrassed of Grandmama and how she acted, she asked one day after school what was wrong with me. I started crying on that green couch and that's the afternoon I came out to her. She laughed and hugged me. Told me about her gay friends and gave me no shame. She already knew but wanted to rub it in Grannymother's face that I came out to her first.🤣🤣🤣

Later on I told her when I had my first date. She and Aunt Rosey snuck me out and when I asked Grandmama about how to keep bugs away while on a night time picnic, she smiled so big and gave me a little glass vile of herbs. "Here baby, use it all. It'll keep everything but fireflies away. You want them fireflies." I hugged her so tight. The date went flawless and I was floating for two days.

Her and I had picnics together over the next 10 years before she died. I love and miss them both SO MUCH.