Author's notes: Just one more to go, then I'll have to come up with another series. Enjoy (I hope).
She picks up the photo album and reaches over to get her glasses off the end table shaking her head. She'll never get used to wearing them. Her hand trembles at the sight of his glasses resting next to hers. He looked so handsome in his glasses, debonair, not just old like her.
"Are you all right Grandma?"
She turns to her granddaughter.
"I'm fine, it's just Grandma being silly."
She turns a few pages of the album.
"Here it is, my favourite picture of him, taken on our honeymoon in Burgandy."
"I miss him Grandma."
"I know me too."
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