while i was away...
there was a special day that needs to be remembered. February 4.
the year my Gram was born, there was a blizzard on February 4. the doctor couldn't make it to the house because they lived on the top of a hill. her father had to deliver her. every year that my Gram was alive, there would be a storm on her birthday (sometimes it came the day before or after) -- snow or ice or rain during the warmer winters. the first year after she passed away, February 4 was cold but clear & sunny...
my Gram would have been 90. there isn't a day that goes by that i don't miss her...
4 with their own thoughts:
how coo, about the snow. (hugs) i miss my grandmas EVERY SINGLE DAY
That story actually gave me *tingles*
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{hug} Wish I could have met her... she sounded like a very special lady.
I miss them both every single day too. Kas's laments she never had the chance to meet them. If I can be half the Christian, parent, and grandparent those two people were I will have done something if I ahve done nothing else.
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