I realized those were actually\u00a0the most precious gift<\/strong>\u00a0that I could\u2019ve ever hoped for. If she had given me money or material things, they\u2019d be long gone by now. But her words?\u00a0They\u2019ll stay with me forever<\/strong>,<\/p>\n I took them home and hung them on my wall. Now, they\u2019re one of my most treasured possessions. Thank you, Granny Elizabeth\u2026 I love you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My grandma would only give me one old postcard for my birthdays. Every year, I\u2019d frown, roll my eyes, and tuck it away somewhere. I was 17 when she died. Twenty years later, when I was 37, I went back to my childhood home to clean out the attic. That\u2019s when I found a small […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15345,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-tales"],"yoast_head":"\n
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