I was fortunate to have met my great-grandma when I was young. I remember going to her house, listening to stories that sounded other-worldly to my young ears, and even getting to know her a bit. But the thing I remember most was the time she spent in the nursing home where we often visited her.
One day while we walked down the hall towards her room I he…
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