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my grandmother passed away a few months ago. my aunt phyllis put together a wonderful little memorial. the smartest part was giving all of us grandchildren time to organize our busy professional lives and make reasonable travel arrangements. we were all there. and we all had stories to tell that others didn't know. here's mine: i went away to collidj far far away. apparently when i came home i was acting a little more timmer than normal. she pulled out one of her dining room chairs. (which i found out were a wedding present from her estranged father. beautiful mahogany thing.) climbed up on it. shook her old crooked finger at me and said: you might be a big shot college student, now, but i'm still your grandmother. me: yes, grandma.