To My Grandson... Someday, when you have grown tall like the oak tree I planted in the yard the summer you were born, I hope you remember the many things we shared- hot chocolate on a cold winter day, hot dogs with catsup, popcorn at the movies hits batted in at your Little League game so many others, each so special and filled with love. I still remember your solemn face as you told me how you would miss me if anything would ever happen to me, for there was no doubt that you meant every word. No one but a grandmother who has raised a little boy could ever know all the love and trust that went into those words. No one but me could ever love you back so much. -- copyright April 2000 Judith Anne Labriola
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