Tonight I miss my grandmother. She was wise. She could make me laugh. and when I was down I would go visit her and we would go get a piece of pie at Marie Calendars.
She would wear her special coat and bring her best purse. We could talk for hours...
In her 60's.
A story. I remember being in the Provo temple a few years ago. I was wearing Grandma Jesse's white temple sweater. I promise, I just knew she was there. I knew it. She had written her name on the sweater's tag. I looked at it a few weeks ago and the place where she had written her name had washed off. I cried, until I thought I could hear her say, "Jenny, that's a silly reason to cry."
At 90. She died at 91. In 2000.
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