This is me with my paternal grandmother, possibly on our shared birthday. If so, it probably would have been my second birthday and her 63rd, in 1976.
I really loved my grandma. She was a terrific cook and gave amazing squeezy hugs and would play cards with me for hours on end and lived in what I thought was the coolest apartment in Lafayette, Indiana. She died when I was only 11, and I still miss her.
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