bushisanidiot
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Fri Jul-29-05 09:15 PM
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my grandma June 30th and I these words came to me..
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Grandma ****** - wavy hair as white as the snow for as long as I can remember. kind, blue eyes.. who was she? winter time in that big house - cold inside and out. not a child's house. coached by my aunt to take whatever they offered as if it were only a matter of time until we were no longer welcomed. we visited them as if they were strangers. arrangements made by grandma Mac******. polite hellos and goodbyes. awkward i love you's. they were rich. we were poor and forgotten, except for the birthday cards. a savings bond for each of us warm, thoughtful tender. i have her blue eyes. someday i'll have her wavy, snow white hair. will my grandchildren know who i am?
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