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No matter what, if you visited Olive's house, you would leave there with a heart and belly
full of love.
I had a hero in my life before I even knew what the definition of a hero meant.
Olive was the 'watch-over' to my grandpa. Sometimes, he was set in his ways, and
she would keep him in check. If she didn't agree with his theory, she would make hers known too.
I really don't think that most people can comprehend the amount of love that Olive had in
her heart for people. Some knew, some could not comprehend. Many never saw. Few understood.
I
can remember many times just listening to her talking about when she was a little girl. Back when I was a child, it was hard
to imagine a grandma being a child themselves. Now, as I look back, even though she didn't have a lot as a child, she
cherished her childhood more than anyone I can think of. But then again, if I had as many brothers and sisters as she had,
I am sure that my childhood would have been as chaoticaly interesting as her recollection.
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