Sometimes you visit your grandmother, she maybe 93 or another age, and you are without many words. Her little bead eyes look towards you in that rare affection only a grandmother can share with her grandchildren and you know by the quivering of her lips, almost colorless now from age, that she is saying a secret prayer for you.
Thank you for all that you gave and your many blessings.
Love your oldest grandaughter, Sabrina
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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