Today my Grandma would have been 90. She died of lung cancer when she was 69 and the hole in my heart is just as big as the day she died.
I loved her more than life itself and right now I have tears streaming down my face. I hate that thief cancer (and cigarettes) and that it stole such a precious gift to a granddaughter who wasn’t quite done with her grandma yet.
My grandma’s name was Bernice Minnie (both my grandmas were named Bernice, luckily I had boys ; ). Grandma hated Minnie so told everyone her middle name was Marie. She was a stinker.
Happy Birthday Grandma, I love you, still!
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