Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Memories of Grandma
It took a long time to reach Grandma each summer, driving from Wisconsin to Nebraska, an eternity to a child, but I could count on one thing upon our arrival-while the grown-ups talked grown-up talk, I would receive endless neck tickles sitting on the floor in front of Grandma. I will miss your loving touch Grandma.
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