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Thanks Allan. I only knew one of my grandmothers, but as a long haired hippy university student I would visit her once a week for dinner. We would talk, she would share her sweets with me. She hated my hair and could not understand many of my life views, but never, never, never made me feel unloved, just smiled, cooked a beautiful dinner and made me my favourite desserts.

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Yes Ian. That’s grandma

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I asked my favorite Grandmother questions about her past and childhood, forming a long and lasting love between us.

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That is wonderful. Thanks for letting me know

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