"I like the peace in the backseat . . ."

My grandmother was a beautiful woman with a smile that would light your face on fire. I was just standing in my kitchen cooking beans with carrots and potatoes and rice, my supper for this evening. That's something she always used to cook for me, times when she'd invite my family over, or the whole family, or just me when I was on my lunch break. I was listening to "Rebellion (Lies)" off The Arcade Fire's Funeral. That album always makes me think of her, for obvious reasons. There I was, cooking and listening and thinking of her. I loved her and I hope she knew how much.