then I wake up in the morning and gaze at the beautiful seascape in my bedroom
| she's there |
| I see how lovely my Christmas tree looks this year |
| with the handcrafted ornaments she made |
| I step out into my front hall and see the milk can she painted at my request, the only one of it's kind, as she said "never again!" |
| and into my art studio |
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| I see her face in 3 of my best friends |
| and I see the living legacy of 4 beautiful grandchildren |
| my last little birthday remembrance from her |
| Rosamond, her kitty, named after one of her favorite authors and now a member of my household |
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| She enjoyed playing with her family |
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| She loved going places |
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| She was the most wonderful grandmother |
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| not only was she a gifted artist, but a talented seamstress as well |
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| and a beauty in every way |
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| Margaret Strange Gullion 1930-2011 a truly loving soul |







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