I think of my grandma again lately, even tho I’m a grandma myself. Maybe one never outgrows their need for grandma. Winifred was her name, affectionately known as ‘Winnie’.
I don’t remember ever being hugged, held, or told “I love you” by her, but I felt completely loved and safe in her presence. It was another era in time, and I’m not sure how free many…
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