Grandma, almost a year ago, in Sea Island. Linds had just told us she was pregnant, we were celebrating grandpop's birthday.
Grandma's not well. We're standing by and dear Grandpop is, as he wants it for now, on his own down there with his love and life for the last sixty some years.
The cousins liked to ask grandpop how he met grandma:
He began: "I met her at a wedding,"
And finished with a twinkle, "I thought highly of her bottom."
We love you grandma.
We love you grandpop.
C
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