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I can't sleep, I was looking in my memory box for scrapbook stuff, and i found the little golden frame. Inside of the frame there was a pic with me, my sis, and my grandma. I was about 4 years old, long black hair, wearing a white dress with blue stripes, Jessie in a pink dress matching her rosie cheeks. Grandma kept this picture in her living room next to her sofa with the andy warhol pillows. That frame sat there, in the same spot until she passed away. When she died, my dad kept a box of grandma's stuff in the basement, he could never touch that box, it upset him too much. So i went through it to sort through her belongings thought maybe it would somehow reconnect me to her and i found this picture and kept it for myself. It's hard looking at pictures of her, and i try to remember some of the fun memories I had with her, but her last two years when she was sick, is all that remains with me. Before she got sick, with alzheimers to the point where she didn't talk much, I wonder what the last thing i said to her was. I hope it was I love you, and i hope that even when she didn't know my name, she was able to at least remember that I loved her.