Two years ago today, my Gram passed away. I miss her so much. She was a wonderful woman filled with spunk. She was the epitomy of being stubborn. She was filled with love and offered it to everyone around her. She snorted when she laughed and cried when reading sappy cards. What can I say, I miss her. She once said to me, "Amy, when you look up and see the moon, think of me." I think of you, Gram, every time I look up.
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