Last Saturday my Grams passed away. She lived a long, fascinating life and leaves a big hole behind. I'll miss our phone chats and her funny voicemails.
Unfortunately, Luca never had the opportunity to meet his great-grandma Rhoda, but luckily she was such a character that we have many stories to tell him in the coming years. I hope that he inherits some of her determination and longevity. He very nearly shared her birthday, and had he been born one day later and as a girl, there's no way she would have let us off the hook. He would have had to be named Rhoda.
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