My Gramma passed away on Monday. She was 99 years old, and a strong woman who loved her husband (she always called him Gorgeous, which was her nickname for him as his name was George... and he called her "Kewp" which was short for Kewpie doll, my mom says). They were active, outdoorsy people with 3 boys. She (and he) went camping with me, knit me mitts and an afghan, and gave me my favourite teddy bear (that is in my room right now). They were always there for me during the special events in my life, and I also loved visiting them in their beautiful home in stunning Cranbrook. Bless you, Gramma and Grampa... Gramma, you are finally with your gorgeous George again... Here is her 99th birthday at the end of May:
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