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Today my brothers' grandmother died. She passed away in her bed...alone; it was the way she wanted to go. I considered her a third grandmother, if such a thing could exist. We weren't close, but I felt like she was family. She was the type of woman you couldn't help but love. She spoke softly to the point that you could hear the kindness of her soul seeping into it. I never once heard her yell, and she always treated every person with respect.
I remember when I was little, that she'd always say,"god bless you" to me whenever I left her house. I would always turn to my mother with a look of extreme puzzlement on my face, and whisper, "But I didn't sneeze!" They both got a good laugh out of that.
When I received news of her death, it proved impossible to stop the tears from spilling. I ranked her as the kindest woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I pray to God that Heaven exists because she doesn't belong anywhere else.
Rest Peacefully Grandma Marie Masi.
I remember when I was little, that she'd always say,"god bless you" to me whenever I left her house. I would always turn to my mother with a look of extreme puzzlement on my face, and whisper, "But I didn't sneeze!" They both got a good laugh out of that.
When I received news of her death, it proved impossible to stop the tears from spilling. I ranked her as the kindest woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I pray to God that Heaven exists because she doesn't belong anywhere else.
Rest Peacefully Grandma Marie Masi.