novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the strongest lady in heaven there is no beer she held on until my father and grandfather arrived at the hospital from california; they walked into her room, grandpa kissed her on the forehead, she opened her eyes for the first time in two days and then died. she was one hundred and three. (it's just like the matriarch of our family to wait for the men to catch up)
i asked for these pictures the last time i saw her, which was during aunt sandy's wedding in 1997 and we sat around in her stale living room watching the miss america pageant, making fun of the pepto bismol dresses, placing nickel bets on who would win. she was a spritely nintey-eight back then, which would explain why, after the ceremony, she beat us all back to the farm, first in line for the beer truck. 3:48 pm - 10.06.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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