My tears may seem like sadness, and they are a little bit, but mostly they are tears of fond memory. Ruth and I were as different as night and day. She dressed to the nines; I was more comfortable in sweat pants. She was thoughtful and nuanced in her suggestions and requests and I was, let’s just say, more “plain spoken.” Ruth was my mother in law, the mother of the man I love most in the world and the grandmother of my own gift from God, my son; but she was also my best friend and that’s how I will remember her…and always and with a smile.