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Today has sucked.
Not only did Mr. Rogers, my childhood hero die, but so did my grandma. I am at a complete loss for words right now. I remember her best when I was about 10 years old. We would drive up the Sunset highway on the way to Cannon Beach listening to Englebert Humperdink and the Phantom of the Opera. It was my grandma that bought me my very first karaoke machine. She introduced me to musicals and classical music... I watched the Music Man on TV the other night and thought of her the whole time. I guess what makes me most sad is the fact that I was always too busy to visit her in the last year. The last time I saw her, she didn't even know who I was. I will always remember the smell of dial soap and fried pork chops. And the woman that never hesitated to break out the credit card. I love you grandma.
Not only did Mr. Rogers, my childhood hero die, but so did my grandma. I am at a complete loss for words right now. I remember her best when I was about 10 years old. We would drive up the Sunset highway on the way to Cannon Beach listening to Englebert Humperdink and the Phantom of the Opera. It was my grandma that bought me my very first karaoke machine. She introduced me to musicals and classical music... I watched the Music Man on TV the other night and thought of her the whole time. I guess what makes me most sad is the fact that I was always too busy to visit her in the last year. The last time I saw her, she didn't even know who I was. I will always remember the smell of dial soap and fried pork chops. And the woman that never hesitated to break out the credit card. I love you grandma.