My Grandmother recently passed away. Jenny and I bought her paperwhites to keep in her room and this year at Christmas Jenny suggested that we grow them every winter to remember her.
She was strong at a time when many women were forced to be weak. She had a very difficult life at times. I have very clear memories of her clashing with my mom and not backing down. She had this frail little voice, especially near the end of her life, but her will never really fluctuated. She was always this force for me, outside of my immediate family.
I always knew that she was for me, even when she was completely disagreeing with something that I was doing. She never allowed herself to take a passive role in my life.
I love her. And, I miss her.
She was an artist and an intellect.
I will see you again Gram.
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This was a very thoughtful and emotional entry. I am in a similar situation with my Great Grandfather who is almost 95; he was hospitalized just recently.
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