She passed away over 15 years ago.
She was a chain-smoker of Pallmalls. She was a terrific baker of pies, bread, cinnamon rolls, and other treats such as divinity and date nut rolls.
She could not bake cookies to save her life.
Her daughter, my maternal grandma, her only child, died at the age of 45.
I turn 45 exactly one month from this Wednesday.
Yeah, that has been on my mind a lot lately.
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I think I know something about that kind of thinking. It's hard not to dwell sometimes.
My great grandmother visits me all the time, so this didn't seem unusual to me. I love it when I know she's there, and I hope that your visitation brings you the same kind of comfort.
I love that you got a 'visit'!
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