It's funny how something so simple as rain can remind you of childhood memories. Tonight, it's reminding me of Spring afternoons spent at my grandmother's house listening to the rain patter on her tin roof. My father used to say how that noise would put him to sleep very quickly. And of course, my Granny's house reminds me of my Granny. I remember how she used to let me snack on her graham crackers that she kept to help her diabetes and how through her I learned to love butterscotch candies.
She was a great lady - never stirring up trouble, always loving. I could go on all night.
It's nights like this I have to say...."I miss you, Granny"


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