Grandma was 19 when this picture was taken. On Monday, she would have turned 106. She died nearly 11 years ago, on October 15, 1996. My oldest child was born just weeks later.
She was my father's mother, and he adored her, and all us children and his wife did as well. His father? Hmmmm, not so much.
My mother's father was adored by all of us. Her mother? Hmmmm, not so much.
These first two are about my father's mom, Grandma. The third is about my mother's dad, Grandpa.
He walks just ahead,
dropping pennies in her path.
She scoops with delight.
Crawling step by step
hurrying to her kitchen
for one more breakfast.
Tears run down Mom's face.
Her voice catches as she talks.
"Grandpa died last night."
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