My great grandmother (Gran Granny) just passed. I wasn’t the first great grandchild, but i was convinced that I was the favorite any time  I shared space with her.

Dear Gran Granny,
Unfortunately, for me. There is no more us. Selfishly, I list my woes for your passing…
No more time for stories. No more summers in the sun. No more ripe tomatoes to pick; no berries. No more stray cats to feed or pretend drives in the old car that stopped moving way before I came. No more gifts of family history told in the prime of the day. All we have left is All My Children and an old one-story house that is no longer home away from home because you have long since moved on. I pray your new home is a palace…