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my grandma Gladys died yesterday. she had been living in my house for three years, i remember when i got my licesnce.
she came to wayne because my grandpa had died and is probably the reason some of my closest friends have barely been in the inside of my house.
she certainly had a temper, but what scared me the most was across the dinner table every night i saw a women who resembles my mom physically so much.
whenever someone says 'oh you look so much like your mother' i felt like they were telling me i looked and acted like my grandmother. in some ridiculous way at that dinner table i was looking at myself.
my mom and my grandma both have flare, and never take crap from anyone.
i love that in people and its something to be treasured that as a mom in brooklyn during the 50's she punched out some guy because he told her she was 'speakin her mind to much'
she used to call me fat a lot and ask me why i wouldnt brush out my curly hair, but man was she a clever woman.
she suffered from Dementia and emphysema
i loved my grandma, she was like my lost sister at times. she let me have her jewels and tea sets. i cant count how many times shes given me her favorite multi-sequined nightgown.
its weird when you realize at an older age that someone has passed down to you something important when you were younger. i means something completely different, especially because living with my grandma had its high points. she literally taught me about all the entertainers from the 40's and why shirley temple isnt annoying.
i hope to be as accomplished as my grandma, she knew herself inside and out it was beautiful.
today i came home from school for the summer, what a terrible way to start
my house will never be the same
miss you always RIP grandma