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Grandmama’s Waltz Click to hear SONG
She was 87. I am so grateful to have been so close to her. Therein lies the story, her story, our story.
As a fine artist and art teacher she raised my dad as a single parent long before it was “popular.” She had a hard life and wore it on her sleeve. I grew up knowing her to be very judgmental, unforgiving and hyper critical. As much as she loved life and appreciated the beauty of everything around her, she seemed to dislike people in general. When she did hug me, it was cold and prickly. She didn’t understand me at all as I grew into a young woman and held a grudge as if it were a trophy.
All of that changed when I moved to Sarasota, Florida at 20 years…
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