Tonight I am mourning the loss of a family member, my maternal Grandmother.
As all Grammas are, she was special.
Born of Italian descendents she had a great sense of humor and could throw out some really good zingers, if you know what I mean.
After meeting my Grandfather on a blind date, the rest was history as people say.
(He's the one who passed down the red hair gene)
They married, had three beautiful girls and enjoyed life together as a family. They had their ups and downs but stayed together through it all.
By the time I was born my Grandparents decided to pick up and move to Florida which was a popular thing to do in the early 60's and 70's.
I never really had a close relationship with them because of the distance between us. We kept in touch by phone, sent greeting cards, and shared Christmas presents being sent back and forth. Yearly visits were made. But it's not the same. Not like having a Grandmother you could bake a cake with, go to the park with, or raid the cookie jar.
But she was still very special. It is because of my Grandparents, who owned their own antiques and bookstore while they lived in Florida, that I probably have learned to love them as well.
Here she is later in life...surrounded by her immediate family members, the ones she loved the most. My Mother is on the left, my Aunt on the right, my Grandfather and my other Aunt above.
And just like in this photo... I'm celebrating her life.
A life well lived.
Miss you and love you Gramma Grace!
1921 - 2011
I'm linking with Pink Saturday for Valentine's Day... what better way to cherish her memory!