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Our Dear Anne - A beautiful treasure who will be forever missed.

As she leaned in, lips puckered and pointed straight at mine I quickly shifted my face so she'd hit my cheek. When she pulled me in close I relaxed into her embrace and found comfort in the softness of her body. I took a quick sniff to make sure she smelled just like she always had.  A distinct smell that I still am fond of to this day. As we untangled she swiftly dug into her pocket and pulled out a small clear bottle. I stood in front of her with a clear loving gaze knowing what was about to happen. She dipped her thumb into the small vial and swiped it across my forehead in the sign of the cross. As the smell of frankincense wafted into the air she quietly said "May the Lord bless you."  
This greeting was something that happened to every one of her family and friends (and sometimes even strangers!) every time we saw her. 

My Grandmother. Our Matriarch.  My soft place. 
She was kind, gentle, loving and a bit stubborn with a deep fire in her.
As a matriarch to a HUGE fa…

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