a page for my BOM. The journaling reads:
My Granny Rosie. She lived less than a blcok away from my house. I was with Granny as much as possible. We shared a love so strong, even alzheimer's couldn't tear us apart. She forgot her children & grandchildren, but Granny remembered me until the day she died. Those last months in the nursing home took their toll on her spirit. I pray that I have lived a life that would make Granny proud.