No matter where I was, in the States or Europe, Grandma would smuggle a sprig of Lily of the Valley to me in a letter every spring. Her name was Evelyn and she was loved by me and all that knew her.
She is and will always be missed.
In Loving Memory of Evelyn
October 6, 2006
October 6, 2006
2 comments:
It has taken me a while to find you again...I was going to the wrong site and thinking you never updated...
This was a beautiful post, that brought tears to my eyes...this is just not getting any easier, is it.
We miss you, Grandma. xoxo.
love, erin
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