I will miss you. This is what I will remember:
Many of my memories, like many others, are of Grandma making music. How she could play anything any style with anyone, effortlessly. I remember holidays with candy dishes full of at least 3 kinds of fudge, and never any shortage of food. I remember her closet stuffed with clothes and a matching pair of clip-on earrings and necklace to coordinate. I remember her driving lunch out to grandpa and driving the grain truck beside the combine as if was no effort. I remember she loved her “stories”, and eating on tv chairs in the living room. But most of all I remember her soft hands, her affectionate squeezes and the squeals of delight in seeing strangers and family alike, even to the very last visit.
She will live on in my memory, squeezing my hands and squealing with delight with the world’s softest hands that made the most beautiful music, on piano, accordion and organ, and feeding a crowd without batting an eyelash.
Love you,
Your granddaughter
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