She was beautiful once. She was feisty once. She could ride a Harley, choke a stogie and found herself as a fine woman of the 50’s. A gorgeous rendition of a time well passed leads to the now withering vessel that lies amongst memory.  She saw her child die before her. She watched kin—a daughter—fall to the ground at her son’s casket. She has seen much, yet voiced no selfish whims or catcall whines. She held fast and true to those who faltered and swayed.  Though she is only recently passed, a history lived for over eighty-years,it is time a story be told and tears to be shed.And all will fall just as this woman has dropped.This dear woman.My Oma.  


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