June 3, 1931

Today my Grandma turned 76. Or i guess she would have if she was still around.


Today I was looking at pictures of her and thinking. I just started crying. This is really weird for me, i mean, i really never knew her, or met her for that matter. But it just really makes you think.


That's her at around 25. Isn't she beautiful? How would she like having five grandkids? What would she think of my hair being longer than hers? What did her voice sound like? Her laugh? Her singing?


Look, that's her and Grandpy! And that's my mum bottom left! My mum's got her smile. How did she survive afterwards without a mother of her own? Could I have done the same?

Grandma, I don't think of you much. I wonder if it's still hard for Grandfather. For the rest of the family. After nearly forty years. Your 50th wedding anniversary would have nearly matched my brother's fifteenth birthday. Why did you give up?

Eleanor Foster— Beloved Wife, Mother, and Grandmother: There is still light left in your eyes. Even today.