I've been thinking of my grandmother this morning. It makes me sad to think that I never really knew her, (we weren't on very intimate terms when I was growing up), and I don't think I ever understood (until I had some kids to take care of) how much she must have loved me. I honestly don't know whether to be happy for this understanding, or if it
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