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I miss her. I miss her an awful lot. Actually I didn’t realize how much until this prompt, right here, tonight. Red. And my mind washed over blank as can be. Until it hit me. Red. Red. They called my Grandmother, Red. They. Other adults, that is. She was Grams to me. And she quite liked it. How much she meant to me? Immeasurable. I miss her to Heaven, right now. Memories of Dunkin Donuts on Friday nights when I would sleep over. And she would buy a dozen. Powdered, Cinnamon, Chocolate. And they were for me, as much as I would want…and we’d watch Lawrence Welk and all of those old folks shows. And coffee with cream and sugar on Saturday morning, with eggs and bacon. If food is love, she loved me full! Homemade olives, and soups. Roasts and marinated mushrooms. Everything made with scrumptious love. Followed by Sunday Football.
I miss her. I miss her love. I miss her to Heaven, is what I mean.
I want to hang on to every delicious memory.
I could have written all night…because in the writing I was remembering and she felt real again. Oh, I miss that Gram with the red hair.