My Real Grandfather Died of Cirrhosis of the Liver

My grandmother had super nobby fingers. She wore these gaudy big gold rings and tennis bracelets that jangled from her nobby wrists. Her hands held themselves in a permanently clutched curve with her index finger always pointing a little at whatever she waved her hand at. She used to come over to our house and play Boggle for what seemed like hours with my mom. I don't think my grandmother liked my father very much, but she sure did love her husband John. John loved to swim. When we were out at Hood Canal, he would come visit and swim every morning from one buoy to the next, back and forth. My grandmother made this really rich fudge that I liked and my brothers hated and my mother would keep it in the freezer and I think we two were the only ones who would eat it.
After my wife and I got married, we visited my grandmother in Seattle and ate at her favorite seafood restaurant. Then we walked along the docks and looked at the boats. John had passed away a year or so before that.
My family is pretty odd. I don't know how people will react to her passing on.
I hadn't spoken to her in years. She moved to Chicago and my aunt hid her away but I don't think I will ever forget those hands or her fudge.