One day, I was riding in the car with my Grammy, on our way to the hair salon. Every Wednesday she had her hair done in an old lady poof. Every Wednesday. In the car, I asked her why she went to see Sandy every week. "Well Rhonda, I worked for over 40 years, and I deserve to have my hair done." And that was that.
One day, I asked my Grammy why Grampa wasn't in any of Mom & Dad's wedding pictures. "We don't talk about that," she said. And that was that.
One day, we were all at Grammy's and I was braiding Elisabeth's hair. Grammy said she didn't know how to braid. I asked her if it was because she didn't have any daughters. "Well, I did have a daughter, but she died. Her name was Joyce." And that was that. Only that's the reason we gave Jocelyn her name, so maybe that wasn't that.
I miss her still. I think of her all the time. I think of her with her old lady poof sitting in a chair knitting baby sets and mittens.
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