LOL. One time she was in a hospital and was walking in the gown that wasn’t properly tied up, her doctor called her “Running Bare” and he even made her prescriptions out for that name. I saw it on her pill bottles so got the story. The good old days.
I love it. Your gram sounds like the stage I find myself in; you get to an age, where you don’t care what someone else thinks/says. Really.
There’s nothing left to lose.
There’s a great deal of freedom in that. :)
God Bless her soul and your wonderful memories of her.