In the spring of 1992, I was 21 years old and my grandma was sick. She had cancer, and Alzheimer's, and she was in the hospital. We didn't know how much longer she would be around.
On May 10th I talked my mom into going to visit her for Mother's Day. Chryssa, my girlfriend at the time, came with us to the hospital.
Sunday, May 10, 1992
Mother's Day, 1992
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