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For my Gran, it was music. She forgot most everything and everyone else. But, she never forgot the old songs. Every day, whoever visted with her, we would sing the old songs. Long after she'd become mostly unresponsive, she would perk right up and sing every single word with us.

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."

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