Guest Student Slicer - Jasmine

I miss you Grandma, I miss hearing your voice.  I pick up the phone sometimes to call you then remember you aren’t there.
It’s hard without you.  All 6 of your kids, all 24 grandkids, and 46 great-grandkids miss you.
But, Grandma Sally misses you the most, and me, so does my dad. He just wouldn’t say it.  We all lost a part of us when we lost you.
Jasmin 3/10/11

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