The Meaning Behind the Ink: The Story

Gma Jane and I were always really close. My mom always said I was her favorite grandkid, even though we all knew she loved us all so much.

I was the only one that had a nickname—she always called me “Mary, my Love,” even when the dementia kicked in.

This is her handwriting from a birthday card she sent me, and the flowers are from an old lamp in her house that I had always loved.