The lady on the right is my Grandmother. And she was always my Grandmother. She was never a woman who had a life before mine, or who was ever young. When she gave me this picture it suddenly dawned on me that there was a time when she wasn't married to my Grandpa. There was a time when she was an individual I wouldn't recognize. She was just starting out. Perhaps she had goals in mind in this picture. Her life was an open book, blank and waiting to be filled with dreams, adventures, and memories. She is most likely my age in this photo.
October 16th she died. It was a pretty heavy day. I have not lived a day in my life without Margaret. I mean, she lived 7 hours away, but I always knew she was there, doing Margaret type things throughout the day. Watching an episode of Days of Our Lives here and there, making sure Gramps took his heart medicines or pestering someone about something.
I guess what I have now are the memories. The history we shared together. Since I am the victor be assured they will always be good or at least honest. A part of history I didn't know or share of a young woman, wife and mother. Memories of an awesome lady who put dentures under the Christmas tree and chocolate Easter eggs up her nose. I will always feel the warmth of a woman who cared very deeply for her family and in the end only wanted the very best for them.
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