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Grandkids (Granny’s Leaves)

Grandmama , I prayed that I could just kiss you on your cheek just one more time. I longed to be free and sit at the table and
hold your hand. The hand that wrote me once a month for 18 years. The hand that held me as a two year old and the hand
that prayed for all of us and especially me as I was away. You made me strawberry shortcakes and peach cobbler and I know
now that your gone some things will never be the same. I love you so much.

Your Grandson,

Ruben #1

Carry On

Not the baggage you take on a covid19 trip
Not the attitude you keep when yo man just tripped

Not the pain buried deep in the crevice of your soul
Not the way you skip a beat when you know you got soul
But the way you hold your head high when you could go low and the way you keep moving when your legs said NO

It’s the movement of your feet on a hot summer day
and the sound of

your voice when the pain was here to stay.
It’s the legacy in your blood that runs river deep.

It’s the beat of your heart when you’re finally sleep.
Carry on they say, with a hint of dismay...

Carry ON I say because we were built that way.
Love Staci LeAnn

The bond we had is irreplaceable. The love, the time, compassion, life lessons, and secrets shared will forever be in my heart. I
feel broken and I need your healing hands. Everywhere I look I see you. I wake up waiting to hear “Rapunza”, but nothing.
The pain I've endured loosing you is immense. But, I have the best memories to hold on to. You’ve always been my favorite
girl! Granny I love and miss you dearly. Rest in eternal peace! ~ Lauren

It still hits me that you're gone. Growing up I knew where I came from, because all I had to do was look into your eyes. You
showed me how to be graceful, gracious and how to love my family. Watching the Young and the Restless and eating cream of
wheat was one of my fondest childhood memories. Being told I would grow up and look like you was a dream come true. You
were the grandmother of all of my blood cousins, even those not born by your children. Janiece, Charles and Robert all had you
when we lost Jan. You can now join her and dance, and laugh and look down over all of us. Those we truly love never leave
us. There are things that death cannot touch. I love you.
Krissy