Looking at photos of myself with my short blonde hair, I realized I resemble her, or what she looked like when her hair was completely white. Here's a photo from several years ago of me with my grandmother:
And a photo of my blonde hair from a couple of weeks ago:
It wasn't very often that I saw her, and rarely for very long, and since she had problems speaking because of her strokes for as long as I knew her, I never really felt like I was able to develop a deep relationship with her. However, I experienced her love, and even more, this aching longing to see her son, my father. I'm not sure I can say that I miss her but I do feel a sense of loss, and I dread the day that I bury my own parents, or really, any other loved one. At any rate, rest in peace.
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