Today would be my Gramma's 100th birthday. My Gramma!! My loveliest gramma! My dearest gramma. I wish everyone knew her, she made me me. She held my hand a lot and rubbed my hand and really loved me.
She is such a sweetie, she was so melty about me and my mom.
I keep thinking about her, and just being amazed that she was born 100 years ago in 1909. She was a singer on the radio, when she was in her early twenties. when she was young her dad rode a buggy and owned a furniture store.
She is so big in my heart.
My post is brief because i am clunky in my writing. but my heart is in my Matriarchy, so happy I have my Mom and have my Gramma and the love that both of them spill. My gramma was the gushiest, that's for sure. . .
I love you Gramma!
Thankyou for being my source.
Whenever I see this certain kind of peach I think of her, the one that is fusia and comes from the edge of the sky that leaks when it is going down pastel. the hyper flash in the sky that pokes out
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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