{"id":336,"date":"2015-07-28T06:20:34","date_gmt":"2015-07-28T06:20:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-grandmother-2\/"},"modified":"2015-07-28T06:20:34","modified_gmt":"2015-07-28T06:20:34","slug":"dear-grandmother-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-grandmother-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Grandmother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I never actually met you, as you died a year before I was born. All I know of you is the little my mother has told me; she still tears up when she talks about you. I don&#8217;t ask much, as I hate to make her feel bad. Your mother is doing good. She lives with us now, moved in about eight months ago.<br \/>\nSometimes I wonder about how you were, really. I would like to meet you one day, but that won&#8217;t happen. You know, I used to love  your picture when I was a baby. Mum says I used to giggle and babble to it like you were really there. She says it&#8217;s cos I was with you in heaven before I came down here.<br \/>\nHow&#8217;s it in heaven? I hope you like it there.<br \/>\nMum sometimes talks about your devotion to your horses. I admire that devotion. I have never been one to stay devoted for long. I always skip between a few different things.<br \/>\nIt seems I&#8217;ve run out of things to say, now, so goodbye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never actually met you, as you died a year before I was born. All I know of you is the little my mother has told me; she still tears up when she talks about you. I don&#8217;t ask much, as I hate to make her feel bad. Your mother is doing good. She lives [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=336"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}