Grandma was always a part of my life growing up, but she was just a little different. I remember the tattoos and leather house dresses she wore. We'd stay up late and watch her "stories" on the television, such as "Midnight Special", "That Metal Show", "Headbangers Ball", " Farmclub", and several others. She'd also watch cartoons with me like "Metalocalypse". I also remember her singing me to sleep with such lullabys as "Enter Sandman", "Ace of Spades", "Paranoid", and talking about her favorite bands, like Sepultura, Soulfly, Machine Head, Devil Driver, and so on. I remember her kisses and the smell of Jack Daniels and burning rope, but most of all, I remember her quilting. She'd sit around all day with metal snips, grinders, and rivet guns, making the prettiest quilts. They never were that comfortable, and not really warm, but they were bright and heavy.....like her music. When she passed away, I could have sworn that her last words were "Watch out Lemmy, here I come!"