My crafting and family life journal

Wish we could talk again


I am really missing my grandmother today. She was a quiet church woman who never had a harsh word to say about anyone. It use to be wonderful sitting around the kitchen table with her as she drank her Sanka and listened to gospel music, or going to her club meetings that met at a different members house each month, even watching her perform usher duties at church on Sundays.

I truly wish I had some of those good times back, even if just for a little while…


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