Well I decided there is a least one great thing about being the oldest. Generally all the things about being the oldest pretty much stink. But this one is a privilege. Our family is planning a memorial for gma this month on her birthday and it dawned on me, that I knew her longer than most the members of my family. I was around before some of my aunts and uncles where even married. I don't have any traumatic memories of her - that must mean that she just loved me and everything was good. She was a large part of my life growing up and I know there where many times that I had her and my gpa all to myself and that is definately something I can boast about that no one argue.
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