I've been thinking about my grandma this evening. Here she is getting her corsage pinned on by my mom's friend and bridesmaid on my mom's wedding day. Grandma died from cancer just two months later. She was only 53. I wish I could have known her when I was growing up. I have been told that she loved kids and made the best cinnamon rolls on the planet.
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