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I think we all have this version of our family in our heads that’s perfectly safe and predictable. To me, Eleanor was just ‘Grandma.’ She was the smell of old paper, the sound of her Bible pages turning, and a lifetime of quiet fai
I always thought my grandmother was an open book. She was the smell of lavender, the sound of garden shears, and the quiet comfort of a woman who never missed Sunday mass. But when I sat in that hospital room, watching the rhythm of the machines, I “I always thought my grandmother was an open book. She was the smell of lavender, the sound of garden shears, and the quiet comfort of a woman who never missed Sunday mass. But when I sat in that hospital room, watching the rhythm of the machi