Whenever we visited Jame’s Gramma Lil (and Papa Joe) in Akron, Ohio, they stood out front, our welcoming party, waiting for us to arrive; and when we departed, they stood sentinel, arm-in-arm waving goodbye, blowing kisses, and wiping their eyes there on the steps of the front porch framed by handsome urns of red geraniums. Gramma Lil left this planet much too soon. So, we do what we know to do: we buy Red Geraniums on Mother’s Day for our […]
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