My Grannie has passed away.
This is me and my Granniemiss, one winter (see the socks and long sleeves?). She and my Papa owned a Honda shop. My daddy was a mechanic there. My childhood was full of bikes.
One time we went there, and I had just gotten started on a brand-new candy cane. Licked the whole thing pretty good, and then we went behind the counter to say hi, and I hugged my Grannie. When we let go of each other, that candy cane was gone. G. O. N. E.
It was stuck in the back of Grannie's pretty, curly hair-do.
When they finally got it out, it was chucked into the trash, which had just been emptied. I remember standing on my toes and sadly peering over the edge of the bin. I feel kind of like that right now.
I still remember exactly what those trash cans looked like.
And she still loved me anyway.
Goodbye Grannie. See you soon.
I love you, too.