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It's almost astonishing how deeply I still miss my Granny, nearly 5 years after she died, more than 10 years since I last spent any quality time with her.  Strange that now, at the age of 40 and upon finally having a baby of my own, I have whole new sets of questions I want to ask her.  How do you make jelly?  How do you grow beets?  Why don't I have the energy you did? 

I wish she could see Maggie.  Maggie reminds me of Granny, and has from the beginning.  My brother mentioned it, too, the first time he met Maggie.  I joked maybe that was just because neither of them had teeth, but I didn't disagree that Granny is there in my daughter.