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Roberta 2.0

I am part of the Randolph dynasty that is known in the Turlock, CA area. Well, in some circles. My grandparents were very involved in different ministries and had lots of "family" around town. I went to a thrift store where my grandma helped out all the time because they had some really cool stuff. It was right next to the post office. So, every time we went to the post office, my sister and I would beg my dad to take us into the store so that we could spend whatever little money we had. I loved the store because it was in an old house and you could go anywhere and find all kinds of trinkets and treasures. My grandma was not there but we went in just to look around. A woman comes up to me and asks, "Are you Roberta Randolph's granddaugher?" I said, "Yes, ma'am." She said, "I thought so. You look so much like her. You are a very beautiful young lady. Your grandmother is a wonderful woman." I said, "She is the best grandma! I hope to be just like her one day."

My grandma was an amazing woman. She taught me so much about how to be a woman of God and I thank her every day for all that she has taught me. She was never one to tell me that I needed to get married but always wanted what was best for me. I miss her so much. I hope to be half the woman she was. If I am at least that, I will be in great shape. Love you, Grandma.

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