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Muriel Mamwell, My Grandmother

Originally published at Ben Peek. You can comment here or there.

Yesterday was my grandmother’s funeral.

I spoke at it, for my family, and for a while, I thought about posting up the speech I wrote, but I’ve decided against it. A lot is public in this world nowadays, but some of it can remain private. I spoke of the things I loved and the things that would have embarressed her terribly, and I got a few laughs, and more tears, which seemed about right for everything on the day.

My grandmother was ninety-three when she died.

I had known her all my life, and for that, I am grateful.

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