A journal of living with my 98 year old grandmother, day in and day out, her ramblings, my rants.
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
GrAnDmA
If Moma called her momma's name when she was a little girl as much as she does now, then my great grandma was a flipping saint. I am listening to her lay in bed and call "Momma......Moooooommmmmmaaaaaa, Momma, I want some water!" Poor Grandma....
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