Feb 10Liked by Mary Ellen Gambutti

My gram gave unconditional love to me, too. My witch of a mother always commented that I wished Gram was my mother which was true. Gram's love sustained me. She prepared dinner every night after her hard day's work at the sewing factory, made our clothes, dried our tears. How I miss her still after all these years. She was my light and love and the only one who attended my college graduation, tall and regal and so proud of me. TY for these lovely memories.

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