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| My mom's mom, and my daughter, 1985 |
- The Ninth
It's the ninth of July, and yesterday didn't count in my 99 days
because I didn't write here. It's the ninth of July and it's the day
I was going to get married, but the church was booked, so we put it
off for another week. It's the ninth of July and the reason I wanted
to get married on this day is because this was my grandmother's
birthday, and so today I miss her. I miss her lima beans and
tomatoes, and I miss her crocheted slippers and painted pillowcases.
I miss her sharing these things with me.
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