Today she would have been 95.
As I work through the manuscript of my book, my editor asked, "Who was she? What was your relationship with her?". I still haven't finished that chapter because how do you turn "she was everything" into 1,500 words?
|that cuteness in white is my grandmother|
I don't have words today and not because I am experiencing some kind of terrible grief, though I am crying at this moment. This year I really miss her.