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Favorite 2014 memory

Cassandra Skully Massacre
Jan 3, 2015
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On January 12th of 2014 I lost the most important person to me. My grandma passed away from a heart attack. Everyday since I miss her, and I wish I could pick up the phone and tell her what's going on, tell her I love her, and tell her that I miss her. The week before she passed I spent a few hours with her and my grandpa. During the visit I heard the story of how my grandma and grandpa meet. They had a mutual friend named Marie (the way my grandpa phrased it is "she was older than God"), they both would go and spend time at Marie's place of employment, it apparently was the cool place to be. My grandfather was in the Navy and was out with the boys. They were wanting to go out see the town and have a good time, Marie then introduced my grandma and had her take them to a club. They became inseparable from that day on. Now for the best part of the story, Marie was the madame at a brothel! My grandparents meet at the hands of a brothel madame, and after 61 years were still in love until my grandma's last day. The rest of the visit was spent talking about my grandparents being younger and stories of my uncles and mom. Those were my favorite visits, I loved to listen to all their old stories. At the end of my visit on my way out the door I hugged and kissed my grandma (my grandpa went to nap earlier in the visit). She told me that she loved me and that she was proud of me. Having this memory being the last one I shared with my grandma is the best memory I could ask for.