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My maternal grandma passed away. She was the most amazingly interesting and awesome relative I had. She was beautiful and I didn't realise how much my personality owes to hers. (Our love of large dogs, the larger the better - our habit of reading lots and lots of books in one sitting and thus feeling complete - socialism. I mean, she never really talked to me about all this; I don't think I learned them from her. Presumably my mum is the link. And I think she's also passed on osteoporosis via the same mechanism. DRINK MILK, goddamit.) She was also the biggest social butterfly.
I've still got the paternal one, who is quite interesting and I'm sure has done a few reasonably exciting things, and I feel I should make the most of it.
I've still got the paternal one, who is quite interesting and I'm sure has done a few reasonably exciting things, and I feel I should make the most of it.