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February 18, 2007
“We’re going to try, mom. But I can’t say we’re getting married or that it’ll even last two weeks.”
“It’ll last through grandma’s funeral, right? That I think your grandma will like to see, you and a nice man standing by to say goodbye.”
“When is the service?” I asked.
“Tomorrow, noon. We don’t have to dress up or anything. Grandma didn’t want that. She just wants us to look at each other and appreciate what we’ve got.”
“Mom, she’s dead.”
“No, sweetie, she’ll always be alive for me. She was so wonderful and generous. She will always be around.”