Grandma joined the angels before I was born; a misguided truck took her life from us when my mom was just eight. Though I had only met her in old photos and stories of lightheartedness, I felt her close when just a child. My sisters and I would climb the stairs to our attic escape to find her wooden rocker swaying to and fro. We could not see her, but we knew she had come to play.
Perhaps because of the rocker or the stories of life eternal, I began to dream--of an unseen world where she lives still. Someday I know we will meet, but for now I send Mother's Day greetings through the veil of the years....to the mother....of my extraordinary mother.
Perhaps because of the rocker or the stories of life eternal, I began to dream--of an unseen world where she lives still. Someday I know we will meet, but for now I send Mother's Day greetings through the veil of the years....to the mother....of my extraordinary mother.
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