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I was washing zip-lock baggies which made me think of my great grandma because she's the one who instilled that "Reuse" ethic in me. (The woman even reused aluminum foil) And I was just missing "family" in general and thinking how lucky I was to have known her. My little sister didn't really get to know this wonderful lady because she died when I was 17 and Jasmine was 7. And I was thinking that the longer I wait to have a child, the less time he/she will have to get to know older family members. But then I remembered that I don't have any "older" family left, hence the missing. I forget the point of this story. I think I'm lonely.