A strength that was always there. A presence that never went away. There, where that strength lies, happiness exists. It's always warm, always fun, always full of surprises. It's our point of reunion, our turning point, our home.
The spine: what holds us together, what makes every step feel like the right one. For every mistake there was always a friendly hand to lift you up. A cookie jar full for all our triumphs.
Thanks for making every moment special. For giving us a home full of love and joy. For lending a hand at every opportunity. For the smiles in the morning, for the pecan pies at Christmas, for Thanksgiving dinners, for all those mid morning calls just asking about us, to know how we are. Mostly, thanks for just being there and caring.
I love you grandma. Even if it didn't always show, I love you. |
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