101 Years Old
This is my mom and me when I was about five years old. When she came to live with us after my dad died, having two Grandma's in the house was kind of confusing so we talked with Perry about what we could call her. He decided we should call her "sweet grandma" and that was actually a beautiful description of her. She was always kind and even when dementia took her memories away she never lost that kindness. She loved Dr. Pepper, mexican food, and her grandkids and great grandkids.
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