I don't know what this is...
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"A good ol' rain," the Ellie said. Sitting on her porch, she gently rocked as the rain fell. "Nice to have these days, no rushin' around closing windows and doors." She laughed.
Ellie didn't rush around these days; time was catching up with her. "I suppose after eighty years, it's time to just enjoy sittin'."
"You've earned it, Grandma," Gretchen said. She patted Ellie's hand, gave her a squeeze. These were the days Gretchen loved the most; the stories, the laughter. "Anyone who has raised ten kids has earned the right to just sit!"
"It wasn't just me, you know," Ellie told her, shaking her finger. "Your Grandpa Walter was a hands on father; not exactly the way it was back then."
"He was ahead of his time," Gretchen said.
"I guess we always did do things as a team, even when we were little kids," Ellie said. She sighed. She tried not to show how lonely she was since Walter died several years back. She was a strong woman, an inspiration to Gretchen.
"Love with all your heart, give what you can and always make some time for yourself, otherwise you'll go mad," Ellie always told her. It was sound advice and Gretchen lived by that advice, especially now that she was starting a family of her own.
Gretchen always enjoyed hearing about her grandparent' life. They had met when they were only six, the first day of school. They were the best of friends from that day forward.
Gretchen had tried to imagine having your best friend, let alone your spouse, around for seventy years and then living without them. It was beyond her ability to empathize with, but she imagined it would be heart wrenching.
"You're going to have a happy life," Ellie said.
"Thanks," Gretchen said. "What makes you think that, Grandma?"
"You remind me of me when I was your age," she said smiling wide. "You'll be just fine."
"I've been listening to your advice."
"Oh, I don't know if I call it advice; stories, definitely."
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