Dear Grandma
I remember sitting beside you in church as a little girl, holding your hand as you moved through your rosary beads with your other one. We would squeeze our hands three times, a secret and silent code for ‘I love you’ and you’d wink at me and I’d pass it on to Mom. You would let me put your fancy rings on my little fingers. Together, we’d get our hands messy baking Hello Dollies and…
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