Grandma Schiele.

It’s been two years, and I still miss her every single day.

 

She was my hero.
I’d do anything to have her back.

 

To feel her frail, chilled fingers on my warm cheek, her long nails scratching softly down my back, and her shuffling along making us cups of tea.

Memories I’ll cherish forever.

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