One classy lady

In today's society, dressing as a classy lady is not popular. Short skirts, plunging necklines, and messy hair are all fashionable. However, David's grandmother Babba was always a classy lady. Many of the stories David and I tell about her revolve around her impeccable style. One of my first encounters with Babba's style came the day we got back from our honeymoon. We loaded down our Explorer with all the wedding gifts stored in my parents' dining room and took them to our new home in Cordova. When we got to our new house, Babba was there ready to unpack in her "moving outfit" as she called it. Only Babba would have a designated moving outfit, and only Babba's moving outfit would look classy.
Babba died last Friday after an extended illness. She was worn out and ready to be free of her heart problems. She has always been a special lady for David because he lived with her and Bupper the year before we got married. That year he was constantly arguing with Babba about how early he needed to get to work or how she needed to get off the phone so he could call me (this was life before cell phones). But that year he also had a home-cooked breakfast each day and countless nights of listening to his grandparents tell stories from their past. One day he showed up at their house with a new purchase to show them: my engagement ring. He knew if Babba approved, so would his mom (who lived in Athens at the time).
Babba always had a special affinity for David that stemmed from his being born in Memphis and living with her the first few months of his life while his dad was overseas. She always would tell me that David was the cutest little boy and had the cutest voice. In recent years, she developed a love for all our kids, but she would always remark that Benton was the cutest. I knew she felt this way because Benton reminded her so much of little David and his cute little voice.
Yesterday after the funeral, I told David I hope he still loves me like Bupper loves Babba after 62 years. Two classy people. Babba was loved and will certainly be missed, but her legacy lives on through the classy ladies she influenced--her daughters, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters. Her last two great-granddaughters (Kate and Sophie) have her middle name, and I hope they grow up to always wear their pearls and be classy like Babba was.