 But it's also where all the people who sat with me at those revivals and on that front porch are now buried, including my Grams. She passed away a couple years ago. She was 98, a respectable age to go, if you ask me. And I want to honor my Grams the way she honored her ancestors. She and her nine siblings came together in the 1970s to get a gravestone for their grandmother, Ma Bell.