Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thirty-one years ago
I don't remember too much about my grandma; I remember her laugh, her smile, and her voice. Most of my time with her, that I remember, was spent in her room in a nursing home. I'm glad my boys are able to spend so much time with their grandparents.
I took this picture through the fence of the cemetery.
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