A few months ago I complained to my mom about a dark patch of skin under my left eye. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing it. My mom told me that her mother had a similar mark. I won't go so far as saying that I now like having the mark on my face, but I do find myself thinking about my grandma now when I look in the mirror.
Yesterday I shared some memories of my paternal grandpa, sadly I don't have as many memories of my maternal grandma because she passed away while I was still young. But thanks to some quirk of genetics I have a daily reminder of her in my life. I also have the stories my mom, aunts and uncles have shared over the years - I know I share her love of reading, I know she was kind, put others first and loved to laugh.
I know many of you reading also knew grandma Lucy - what do you remember about her, or for those of you who came after she passed, what stories have your parents told you? I'd really like to have a few more memories of her so please share.
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