Remembering Violet

Grams was the best. Definitely beautiful and strong, and those cat-eyed glasses would charm the martini right out of your hands. Vodka. That was Gram's demise. I was only ten when she died of cirosis. I'll never forget those last few moments with her in the hospital wondering why she smelled funny and looked so yellow. I'll never forget how she pinched my first-grade teacher because I told Grams that the teacher had pinched me. I'll never forget how Grams showed me unconditional love.

submitted by Rachel B. Valdez, age 31
Seattle, Washington, USA
submitted March 1998

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