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My grandmother.

There is something softening about old age. Age can really change a person, I think, and even though my grandma is changed, in a way she also isn't. Look at that picture, that face. There is a gentleness that radiates from her in her moments of awakeness that shines with a clarity I have known all of my life: gentleness. When she was younger she was kind of oblivious but in a funny way. And throughout it all, gentle. She passed that down to my mother (both the oblivion and gentleness), and I'd like to think some of it got passed along to me too. Funny and strange that she doesn't remember who we are but she still knows to smile for the camera. Smile grandma, smile. I hope she knows happiness.