our tradition is slightly morbid, yet celebratory. our family, mostly my mom and i mark the day my grandmother died. 12.22.00. we do things in remembrance of her. sometimes we go to the michigan city beach (yes, in the cold) or go to olive garden b/c that was her favorite place to eat. 12.22 isn't just the day she died, but we discovered that those numbers show up in her life quite a few times. the most notable was that was the address of the old farmhouse in pennsylvania where she grew up. they're her numbers and now they are ours. everytime we see them on the clock, we always think of her. she is the reason i take so many flower photos or collect owls. they're all memories of her.
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a beautiful rememberance.
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