Today
would have been my grandmother’s 100th Birthday. She didn’t quite
make it to 100, 95 and change to be exact, but we always talked about
celebrating her 100th. So today we will be doing just that in her
honor with a family brunch. I think she would have liked it.
My
grandmother was an incredible woman. I learned so much from her and I miss her
terribly. She showered my cousin and me with love, and she doted on my
children. As far as she was concerned, the sun, moon and stars all rose and set
with my son, the only boy on that side of the family. She loved that her first great-granddaughter
inherited her love for baking, and she got a kick out of the fact that her
youngest great-granddaughter looked so much like her. It is truly amazing that
my children had their great-grandmother around long enough she will remain
firmly in their memories as they were nine, thirteen and eighteen when she
passed. I only have the vaguest of memories of one of my great-grandmothers who
died when I was around three, and I wasn’t overly close to my other
great-grandmother who I do remember well. I believe I was twelve when she died.
(Like her son, my grandfather, she wasn’t exactly the warm, cuddly type.)
Anyway,
today is dedicated to you Baba. We love you and miss you, but somehow we all
know you haven’t really left us and will be part of today’s celebration. I will
make sure to pour a mimosa just for you.
I’m
too tired to tackle the writing challenge today, so you folks have a one day
reprieve. We’ll do it tomorrow.
Hope
you have a wonderful day and happy writing!
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