A dear friend of mine recently lost her grandmother, bringing memories of my own grandmother to the fore. I lost her in 2012 at the age of 90. I was 25.
My grandma, Leonora, and I were kindred spirits, two peas in a pod. We preferred to watch old movies and sit quietly reading rather than working out in the yard with Grandpa and my sister. Leonora would …
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