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Grandama


She had always been there throughout my life. From baby's bottle, to finding my wife. The strongest soul I had ever known; helped me to develop values of my own. Her hot syrup waffles started my day, giving me strength to run out and play. The old walnut tree and the garden she grew; Just a few of the memories of the woman I knew. From the scolding looks to the loving touch. My Grandma's gone; I miss her so much. Thirty years to the day of when I was born she was taken away and now I shall mourn all that I'll miss not having her near. It is for you Grandma I shed this tear.
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