As many of you know, either from talking with me or reading an interview I've done, my grandmother was a big influence in my writing life. She was the one person who always read my childhood, handwritten stories. She bought me my first typewriter (probably because she was tired of decrypting my handwriting -- which hasn't improved much over the years). I still have some tattered paperbacks on my bookshelf that she passed on to me, along with her opinion, once she'd finished reading them.
From "Grandmom," I inherited two life-long passions, reading and the Philadelphia Phillies.
My grandmother passed away in 1998, a few weeks before her 91st birthday. She left a paperback, complete with bookmark halfway through, on her night table. Today, April 7th, is her birthday. And, I'm sometimes sad that she wasn't here to see my first novel, Magic Moment, published. Or to have gone through the process with me. "Grandmom" would have made a great critique partner.
So, "happy birthday, Grandmom! Wherever you are, I know you have a paperback on your night table...as you tinker with your Kindle or Nook!"