On my grandmother’s 81st birthday

You scratched my broken leg with your knitting needle.

You even remembered pickles in those lunches we packed to eat in the parking lot and you went on all the scary rides with us, the water rides, the Eagle, and even though I was only eight I remember thinking ‘I am sitting next to my grandma on Log Jam, how cool is that?’

I still think of the songs from Joseph when Donny Osmond got raised to the ceiling in that coat, and I remember when I called you from Africa and you said I was so far away, and I was.

They are just some moments in a whole life.  Did Gags like the rhubarb and the asparagus?

Love, Jamie Lynn

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