Exposition
I used to dream of what it would be like to have my grandmother in my life in some way beyond a biannual trip to her indoor flea market on Lancaster Avenue in Fort Worth, Texas. We rarely visited her house, so I can only remember one with any kind of clarity-a screened in porch, the white paint was chipping off all over, and it smelled
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So nice to see you again after so long. :-)
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Your grandmother sounds like a firecracker, and I think your Dad's choice not only honored her wishes but in a way that I suspect she would have been utterly okay with-- minor spectacle and all. :)
I'm so sorry she's gone.
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