Yesterday was the second anniversary of my grandmother’s death. She was 95. Just your typical old-world Italian immigrant who was only truly happy when she was cooking – or complaining.
I write this tongue-n-cheek humor column on Saturdays – well, I try and be humorous, sometimes I really miss the mark, but anyway, this Saturday I am paying homage to my grandmother.
It’s been a little hard to immerse myself in morning and memory because the day after her death is my younger son, Scott’s birthday – today he’s 21.
This unlikely pair, generations apart, were unusually close and when this time of year comes around I’m usually consoling him and grieving takes the back seat.
Right now, for so many reasons, I’m missing my grandmother so much. I’m in such need of her wisdom and love that she’s just never far from my mind.
So in the best way I know how, Saturday (Aug.15) I pay tribute to the greatest lady I’ve ever known.
If you get the chance read it – I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her:)