This is Christmas 1978. I was about one and a half years old (Ellie looks A LOT like me as a kid). Pictured with me is my older sister, Debby (holding me), and my paternal grandparents whom I called Nana and Pop. I love this picture. Nana and Pop practically raised me. I spent every single day at their house until I was 12 when I was allowed to stay home alone. At the age of 20, I moved into the house next door to them.
Nana passed away June 2002, and Pop followed her Thanksgiving 2004. I miss them so much. They never got to meet my daughter, which truly saddens me. I know she would have loved them as much as I did.
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