One of my cousins who lives in NY found her unconscious in her house.
Here's a picture of me and my grandma.
My grandma and haven't been as close in recent years, as she hates to travel, and I hate NY, but she's always been a presence in my life. I have treasured memories of she and grandpa trashing me and dad at canasta, shopping, her practical advice on coping with jetlag, and making good decisions.
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