She had "pretty" writing script. She sang a lot, especially when she was feeling good. She was a happy person in spite of her physical pain felt over many years. She pondered that rock behind her quizzically commenting on its dark streaks and thinking they were getting darker. The rock was a weathered chunk of granite (probably) that had been landscaped around. The fence was built around and over the top of the rock.Grandma was alert to life and everything around her. And like that rock, she was part of our life, and we molded our lives around her. What a Mom! What a Grandma! What a friend! What a wonderful person!
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