Granny would have been ninety today.
She was the strongest, toughest, most brutally honest woman I have ever known. She told it like it was; beating around the bush simply wasn't her style.
She was energetic and always on the go. She never learned to drive yet she was rarely at home.
She ate half a grapefruit and a piece of buttered toast for breakfast each morning. She made the best halupki on the planet.
She loved little blonde yappy chihuahuas.
She loved polka music.
She loved the color purple.
She was one of a kind.
I named Punky after Granny and so far the shoe fits. She's one tough little cookie.
Happy heavenly birthday, Granny. You are so very missed.
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