Five / five/ five . . .
(Does this mean we're one year, one month, and one day away from armageddon?)
My grandma, Edna Nupen Sand, turns 85 tomorrow. I'm writing her a song tonight.
Ten years ago, for my mom's mom, Vi Sullivan Herak, I wrote a song called "Dear Grandma." She's also 85.
So is my grandpa Bob Sand. I have three living grandparents who have lived a combined total of 255 years.
2 comments:
wait, is "Dear Grandma" on Love's Hangover Sale?
yes'm
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