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[winnowill2]

Two years ago today, my much-beloved grandmother died. I can't say that her death wasn't a blessing - she was ready for it, and welcomed it. But still, every day, I miss her. Shortly before she died, she told me that I was the love of her life. And though, toward the end, she was often a little loopy, I knew it was true, and my mother said it was true, as well. And my Palm Sunday prayers will all be for her.

I love you, Ging.