gramma
Dear Gramma,
Tomorrow we go to scatter your ashes.
On Sunday, in your honor, I will watch curling, golf, and a shitty horror movie whilst eating Christmas pickles, blueberry tart filling & canned green beans.
All my love,
Brooke
Dear Gramma,
Tomorrow we go to scatter your ashes.
On Sunday, in your honor, I will watch curling, golf, and a shitty horror movie whilst eating Christmas pickles, blueberry tart filling & canned green beans.
All my love,
Brooke