My greatgrandmother died at 98 years young in 1961. She was a wonderous person. The year before she died, she told me a story. Her story was that she would always be with me, sitting on my left shoulder. To this day, I still believe she is.
I can't say that she protected me from myself, but when I got over being a dunderhead, she was there to show me how to be a better person.
Peter has asked that we please limit our signatures to 7 lines or less. Thank you for your cooperation. Jon
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