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My Grandma Betty


I was 6 years old and my Mom was getting remarried. My Dad died when I was two, and I was anxious and excited for her fiance to be my new Dad. I remember the day he took my brother and I to meet our new Grandparents. He was very stern in the car and told Jeff and I the rules. We could say "Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Racquet" and be very quiet and respectful.

I was so nervous - what if they didn't like me? 

As we walked towards the house, they stepped out to meet us, two strangers destined to be family. I will never forget her smile, or how she hugged me as she said "My name is Grandma Betty and this is Grandpa Hersch!! We're so happy to finally meet you." All my nervousness disappeared in her .

She was a constant in my life - always spirited, always unique and always 100% her authentic self. Forever young at heart and full of life, she simply inspired me. I you Gram. Give my love to Grandpa - I'm sad you are gone but so happy the two of you are back together.

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