Ephemeral reminder

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When my parents first got here, they struggled to make a living. After all, they were refugees in a strange land. They both worked during the day, so they needed someone to babysit for my sister and me. They found a nice elderly woman to take care of us. We affectionately nicknamed her Grandma Crammer (Crammer being her last name). I really don't remember too much about those times, since I was maybe five or six when Grandma Crammer babysat my sister and me. I later found out that her husband was a World War II veteran, but he had died by the time I knew Grandma.

Today, my dad, mom, and I went out to make our yearly visit to Grandma Crammer. We usually go to her house, but this year was the first year she's been at the nursing home. It's kind of sad to see someone so bright and jovial afflicted with Parkinson's disease. They'll remember something, but then they'll just as soon forget it. And so it was with Grandma Crammer.

Ephemeral reminders, they say.

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