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From:
Chris Larson
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Friday, January 22, 2021
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Grandma's dolls baffled me. They were impossibly intricate and delicate. I couldn't even wrap my head around how someone could craft such a thing by themselves. But I also remember the love she poured into them, how she would tear up if some left the kiln cracked, and how she would joyously bestow them upon her friends and family. She met her craft with the same attention and devotion that she showered upon those closest to her. I'll miss your Grandma.
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From:
Jeremy Larson
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Thursday, January 21, 2021
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My memories of Grandma always go back to the holidays as I was growing up. Sometimes there were only a dozen people crammed into that tiny house in San Jose, but sometimes there were over a hundred. There was always a long table filled to the brim with food, people telling stories and jokes, and just so much love. I don't have a single memory of conflict that wasn't met with good humor and compassion. That's what Grandma built for us - a safe and loving place - and she did it over and over and over again.
Goodbye Grandma. Thank you so much for all you've given us.
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