...........A Life Without Grandma
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Complete, First published Jun 03, 2021
Grandmothers are so intuitive, they even understand us way more than we do ourselves, Truly it isn't easy living without a grandmother.
"For myself, one of the sweetest words I have ever heard is 'Nana'." - Zelda Rosenbaum
"We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me." - Phyllis Theroux
"A grandma is someone who plays a special part in all the treasured memories we hold within our heart." - Unknown
"Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while.....but our hearts forever." - Unknown
"Grandmother opens up a new world of change, challenge, and celebration in a woman's life." - Rebecca Barlow Jordan
"If nothing is going well, call your grandmother." - Italian Proverb
"I believe that God sent us Grandparents as our legacy from above to share the moments of our life as extra measures of His love." - Unknown
"When the child you love has a child you love with all that is within you, only then will you know just how grand being a grandparent truly is." - Unknown
"A child needs a grandparent, anybody's grandparent, to grow a little more securely into an unfamiliar world." - Charles and Ann Morse
"Sometimes our grandmas and grandpas are like grand-angels." - Lexie Saige
"A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do." - Lois Wyse
"Nobody can replace the love of a grandma. She has this magical ability to make everything feel better." - Unknown
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