Love - Remembering
This is my Dad cleaning snow off of some of our family grave stones, one of which is my Grandma. She was only 17 when she had my dad and his brother, and from then on she worked her butt off to provide for them and herself, even when her and my grandpa divorced. She worked all her life and in the end succumbed to cancer from smoking when she was young, in her 60s only a few years after she retired. Every time I visit Minnesota with my dad we visit her grave. She was one of the strongest and most dedicated women anyone could ever know and it makes me proud to come from a line of such people. She was such a hard worker because, despite being young, she made sacrifices for her kids because she loved them, and in return they love her back.

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