Translation:
I was only 20 when my grandmother passed. Many times I've wished she'd been with us a bit longer. I realize now just how much we are alike. She taught me some stuff, but I feel like she could have taught me so much more, if I had the time to become a proper adult. My mom couldn't stand her, and was always talking bad about anything grandma did, but I never understood. Grandma was a nice person. Nowadays, I understand better, who was the real culprit in the drama. Would have been so interesting to talk to grandma about it. I think we would have understood each other very well, if we had met as two grown ups.
What thoughtful and personal journaling. Some things are so hard to understand and we view them through different eyes as we get older I think. Love the big blended photo of grandma and the two smaller ones.
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