He says this fingering the locket that I now wear that once belonged to Iris:
She was a small woman. Came to here. Tiny, but she got wide in the end. She'd understand this. She had great understanding. Understanding and patience.
It was always grandma's house for special occasions. There would be great plates of food. Her daughters, Margarite and Cecil, would always help in the kitchen. And for supper, she would always sit at the head of the table - where she belonged. She wasn't a religious woman but we would all hold hands. We would say grace. Grace for the family. Family was important to her.
She would tell us, don't lose mind on the silly stuff. Remember what's important. Remember who loves you.
My grandmother's name was Iris.
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