Sunday is for family.
This is a picture of my Grandmother and me just one year before she died. She was 97 years old
there without a hair on her head. She wore this awful wig she got at a dime store when she went out. But when you can make it to that ripe old age it really doesn't matter. She lived to 98 and 10 months old. She died of a massive stroke, and the Doc. said she went really fast and probably didn't know what hit her.
She was a very sweet lady and my Dad and I really missed her.
Thanks for coming to read my blog!! I love all my blog friends so much!! You all mean a lot to
me!!! Come back real soon.
Love you lots, Fern
Thoroughly Poetic and Thankful Thursday #136
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