"Who's that, Grandma?" Four-year-old Taylor pointed to a delicate gold photo frame I had placed on my desk. "That's great-grandma Gladys, "I replied.
I 1 the picture, my fingers carefully tracing the outline of the familiar face returning my gaze（凝视）： her clear blue eyes, the wrinkle lines that 2 her forehead and the tender smile that always comforted me.
My mind was filled with remembrances of my mother. Always the 3 , it seemed she never made anyone angry. Even though she was 4 able physically, she baby-sat my young daughter so I could work. She always made 5 for her grandchildren. Even when she wasn't with them, she was making something for them with her hands.
Then her illness 6 . The doctor wanted to experiment with a （an）7 that might give her another year of life. She agreed so she could be around to 8 her long-awaited first great-grandchild.
The surgery 9 . Several weeks later, Mom passed away, exactly a month before Taylor's birth. Still in great 10 , I traveled five hundred miles to be with my family and welcome my new grandson.
A few days later, as I 11 Taylor gently to help him sleep, suddenly I understood why she was so 12 taking care of for our family. Her love for us was so deep and so 13 -a love I was only beginning to learn to give.
"She looks like you, Grandma!" Taylor's voice brought me back to the 14 . He touched the gold-framed photo tenderly. My eyes turned to his, and a 15 smile came to my lips and heart, for then I knew my mother's love and peace. It's a legacy （遗产） of love.
