Friday, July 30, 2010


You died two years ago, this date.  It was a Wednesday.  I knew when I left you on Tuesday, I was saying goodbye for the last time.  I hope you're well and flying free without pain.  I hope you are soaring among the sounds of music and laughter.

I miss you.
I am grateful you were my Gramms.
My Gramma and Me, November 1979.  

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