Bops and the girls
My Grandma's grave stone. It was our first Christmas without her. I wanted to say good-bye at the cemetery as I had missed the funeral. Although we had a wonderful Christmas, I missed Grandma - her spunk, her umpteenth attempt to teach me how to make gravy, her laugh. But I know her spirit was right there with us the whole time.
The classic "at the airport saying goodbye" picture.
~Mandy
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