Hands down, you're the type of grandmother I want to be. Holidays were the best when I got to spend them at your house. I would count down the days until Christmas starting in the summer because I knew Christmas morning we'd be on the road to Charlotte, NC and your mashed potatoes. You are a style icon and a timeless beauty.
It sucks that you got alzheimers and are no longer the amazing person you once were. You never let me down, but this stupid disease did. I really wish you could still remember me, but I'll remember you as long as I can. And hopefully if alzheimers claims be too, I won't lose the memory of those Christmases, the way all your linens always smelled, the taste of your home-made candies, and you.
Love,
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