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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.