She hadn't started getting really bad then. But her appetite had started to fade. I was in the summer before starting freshman year of high school. We lived in a beautiful california contemporary on rainbow road. I think the house was haunted. Oh well. She was hungry for once. I went outside and put on my helmet and pulled my purple huffy out of
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I'm sure she'd prefer you thought about more of the happy moments than the sad ones. You might even try writing some of them down, to help you remember, for when you're older.
The only person I knew like her was my mothers mom. She supported her sisters through the depression. One of the first women to get a management job in the United States. Very active in her church, and never ever preachy or even unreasonable. I learned so much about her from her friends at her funeral. So much to say, which I'll never fit into words.
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