The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh


On Feb. 25, my grandmother, Bernice Wilson, died. She was so much more than a grandmother.  When I think of the term grandmother in the traditional sense, I think of the smell of fresh-baked cookies, gray hair, a big smile and a special love only available from a grandparent.

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