During my brief
hiatus from blogging, my Grandma Rise turned 92 years old. Her birthday party
at the nursing home was especially nice because Grandma had recently spent some
time in the hospital after a health scare that fortunately turned out to only
be a scare, and nothing serious.
Grandma’s party
was also special for her because my Dad got two of her younger sisters to
attend. The smile on her face was a gift for the rest of us. And, best of all,
she still has her sense of humor, as she tried to convince her
great-grandchildren to switch the candles to reflect her age as 29, instead of
92.
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| Grandma Rise, her sister Pita, and the Gallegos great-grandkids |
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