I was thinking this morning, about being a grandmother, which led of course, to thoughts of my own grandmother - my favorite grandmother - my mother's mother - Gramma Jo.
My grandmother was many things (other than short), but one of the things I remember most is how important kindness was to her. I can't remember a time when she was anything other than kind.
Sometimes, there was that clench of the teeth that she didn't think anyone noticed, but the end result was always kindness.
"Be kind, Jane. Always be kind." she would say to me.
I fall short more times than I care to count, but I try, Gram. I try.
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