I dreamt about my Gram last night. Her name was Constance Mary (: She pops into my dreams from time to time... It usually seems that she's still here on the earth, and as we go about our daily lives she is there, watching us and staying near. She passed away 19 years ago now but it really doesn't seem like that long. The heart remembers in a timeless way, does it not?
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