Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My Little Granny Ester

These past few years, she often whispered that she wanted to go home. Now that she's home, those freckled skin and fragile bones can finally rest. So peacefully she sleep, she even smile. For until your hair turns white and all memories slowly vanish, He's there with you.

So long, Granny. 

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