I can still hear my grandma’s voice whispering and singing. I can still feel her loving arms wrapped around me tight, with her hair just tickling my face with the long and tangled curls. I can still smell her house, it almost smells like a grand ballroom with all the wine and entrees going one by one. I still dream about all the times we had together. I can still remember the day my Uncle Frank called to tell us that she passed away. I still love the way she would just hug me, and make sure I was all right. I can still love her the way she loved me.
I can still remember the way I would sit on her lap and how she rocked me to sleep. I can still think about the times we would go outside and just look at the waterfall that my aunt Becky and Uncle Steve handmade for her. I can still think about the way she would call the mocha brown toy poodle, Sassy, to come in and watch Jeopardy. Oh, and I can still remember the way she would walk and the way we would tease my brothers Justin, Craig, and my Dad.
Danielle
Age 10
Lundy Elementary, Intergenerational ArtsParty
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