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I've spoken a lot on the show about my grandma, the stories and recollections, yet it's

hard to find the words that can represent everything that she was to me.

She would take me out on starry summer nights to watch meteor showers, lying on blankets,

side by side, gazing up at the spectacle of the

universe. She was a bold stargazer. Every day when the weather started to warm, when I would get off

the school bus and walk up the hilly blacktop road to her driveway, I would see my grandma

crouched near the ground in her flower bed. Well, I would see my grandma crouched near the ground in her flower bed.

Well, I would see her straw hat with the green visor, bobbing along among the flowers,

pulling weeds, making sure the plants had what they needed to grow. She was a tender cultivator of

life. At other times, in the fall and winter months, mostly,

she'd pull a book from her bookshelf, and we would read together,

books about nature, about animals, or we would work word puzzles.

Then she would follow by asking me to write about what we had just read,

a poem about leaves, a short story about the mongoose.

She was a sharp weaver of knowledge.

As her mind fell prey to dementia, I saw fear creep into her world.

She began to feel that someone was sneaking into her home and moving things around. Sometimes, she said, they had taken the frozen corn she'd laid away for winter.

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