On Monday we went to Grandma Reti's funeral. Mitchell had a really tough time. Mitchell was old enough to remember her when she lived here in California. I used to run with John's dad, so Mitchell would see Grandma Reti almost every day. We'll never forget how much fun she was to be around and how entertaining conversations with her always were. Mitchell says he just remembers that she was so kind to him all the time. James goes to sleep every night with the blankie that Grandma made for Mitchell when he was a baby. I'm glad we have a little something with us to remember her by.
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