She's a daughter and a mother.
She's a grandma and a great grandma.
She had a personality that could change your day.
She had an ear to listen when you where down.
She could say the sweetest things to cheer you up.
She had loving hands that could hold you when you where crying.
She had a voice like none other.
She never complained when she was in pain, but you could tell by her face.
Even after she's gone she's still remembered. Charished in a way.
She was my grandma.
In Memory Of:
Mildred Rose Jones
August 6, 1999
 
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