The old woman knew that the story of her life, her book, was almost done, yet that she had secured her legacy gave her great peace upon passing.
The old woman was the most nostalgic of happy songs, and in my imagination she is ever dancing.
The old woman was a lightning rod of our society, for she was the steady core that made it so safe for others to innovate.
The old woman was built of love and wisdom, for she had written the story of her life with the sweetest of hands.
If I'm half the woman my Grandmother was, I'll be a titan. In each smile she was a queen, in her thoughts wisdom flowed, that old heart of hers was the source of so much I cherish. Some search all their days to find someone so wonderful, yet I got to grow up in her arms and learn from a master of the soul. She was my blessing, my home.
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