This summer I got to go visit with my great grandmother. I miss her homemade barbie clothes. I miss waking up in her creeky old house to the sound of the wood stove & the smell of corn meal mush. I miss playing games for family reunions at her house. Most of all I miss her stories. She has dementia & can't remember who I am but she still looks & sounds like great grandma. I got really close to her before her brain stopped functioning properly. I had an assignment in college to write letters to our oldest relative. I'm so glad I did because I got to hear all kinds of fun stories from her in those letters. Her shaky but still beautiful cursive made me feel special because she took the time to write them herself. I remember one visit where I went up to visit her with my grandma & she took all day to make a special lemon meringue pie, just for me.... I don't like lemon meringue but it was still yummy. :)
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