Tag: Gramma
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Dear Gramma…
I miss you. Death is unfair and while I know you lived a long life, in my mind, it wasn’t long enough. The world had you for eighty years, I only had you for nineteen. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I wasn’t ready to not have you in my world. I wasn’t ready. But…
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Memory #20: Gramma’s buns
Gramma moved in with us after Grandpa died. Initially, she moved into my bedroom (and I moved into an open, unfinished space in the basement). The following summer, we built an addition onto the house for her. The “granny suite”. A suite, that after she passed away, all three of us kids lived in. From…
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Memory #41: Soup!
I love soup. One of my early childhood memories is enjoying a bowl of beef barley soup made by my grandmother. I remember her house in the city. It always smelled fresh and clean and a bit like lavender. The kitchen table was brown, and the chairs were a cream vinyl, the counters were arborite…
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