Grateful for her life. Grateful for all the stories she shared with me. Grateful for all the stories she let me share with her. Grateful she knew who I was the last time I saw her, if only for a moment.

She used to say when I would share my stories with her that she knew. She knew by the play conversations I had on my toy phone as a little girl that I had the imagination to be a writer.

When people look at me, they see my Mom – I get so much from my Mom – but the stories, the stories come from this woman.

Love her and miss her, but oh so grateful that this woman was my Grandma.

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2 thoughts on “

  1. She’s lovely. 🙂

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