Back in 2011, my gran (the last remaining link with the old days) passed away at age 94, after a long battle with dementia. The rest of the family and I helped to care for her in her declining years.
I am grateful for all the good times we shared together. I'm grateful to her for teaching me to read and write at an early age, and for taking care of me when I was young. I'm grateful for the endless games of Gin Rummy we played and the good food she shared with us. And I miss her.
Dammit, who's cutting onions?
I am grateful for all the good times we shared together. I'm grateful to her for teaching me to read and write at an early age, and for taking care of me when I was young. I'm grateful for the endless games of Gin Rummy we played and the good food she shared with us. And I miss her.
Dammit, who's cutting onions?
