Grandma Hemmer was a powerful figure in my upbringing. She lived in town and we’d see her four times a week. She made cookies for us every Monday. She hated being called, Granny. And I still miss her, 17 years after she died.

I never met Grandpa Hemmer. He died long before I was born. When I was very young, I had a dream about him. In the dream, I was sitting on the floor next to him wearing pajamas, holding onto his leg. He was rather solumn in stature, but his face was warm and loving. I looked up at him and he beamed a soft smile towards me. That’s the entire dream. I remember seeing a photo of him later and thinking, ‘Oh, that’s the guy from the dream.’ I am not sure if I had seen photos of him before night or he visited me in a dream and then I recognized him in a photograph.

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