Amanda 11/365



This is a picture of my grandmother, taken at her 80th birthday party
in July of 1999. The following September 11th, she suffered a brain
aneurysm at one o'clock in the afternoon. She was taken off her
respirator ten hours later. When I was growing up I was never sure if
my parents loved me. But I was always positive my grandmother loved
me. I miss her so much. She would have been so, so delighted with my
children.

2 comments:

  1. I know exactly how you feel. I love and miss my Grandma so much and I, too, never really knew if I was loved growing up. ***HUGS***

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  2. ((hug)) I know how you feel about her loving your children. I feel the same way about my father. I wish he could have met my kids. I wish they could have spent some grandpa time with him.

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