Gram

When we were in Pittsburgh, we took my children to see my Grandmother. Gram is 97 and gets more beautiful each year. Unfortunately, she had no idea who I was and kept asking how many children I had ‘tho all were with me.
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Gram did seem to recognize John. Which, in a way, isn’t surprising. Throughout my whole life, she called me the names of all my girl cousins and rarely had my name right. She did, however, always call John by his name. I think she has always been fond of him. Some things age just can’t erase.

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  1. Nancy said

    I can see a resemblance in your smiles. You will be just as beautiful when you are 97! It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t know who you are. It only matters that some nice people came to visit her.

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