My grandmother passed away early on February 23rd. My dad’ mother. She was born in Keswick, England and came to America with her family as a young child. My grandmother was proper. Quiet, calm, and strong. We spent every summer in Florida visiting both sets of grandparents. One day she and I went to the beach and I was swimming in the ocean. She was standing on the shore. As I was trying to coming in I got caught in a rip-tide. I was beginning to panic and get tired because I could not make it to shore, I was so close but I could not get out, it kept pulling me back under. My grandma somehow managed to reach in and pull me from the stronghold of the sea. I dried myself off and we went back home. This is how I will remember my grandmother. Strong. Godspeed Greta.
~vintage 80′s I think~