Yesterday was a tough day for me. My maternal grandmother, Edith, passed away. She was a beautiful, fun and kind woman who I always loved to visit. As children, not only would she have games for us to play, but she would play them with us. She always had a little gift or toy for me everytime I saw her. I love her very much, and will now celebrate her life when I am celebrating my husband's birthday every year. Love you, Grandma.
Grandma holding me as a newborn back in the '70's, you know, before digital cameras.
At Grandma's kitchen table.
A recent photo from the last year captured on Skype. That's her sister in the background and my uncle.
Me and Grandma.
My grandpa, grandma and me. The lady in the back right is my great-grandmother who lived until she was in her late 90s.
Grandma at her kitchen sink within the last year.
Me, my mom, grandma and my aunt.
My maternal grandma, me and my paternal grandma in 1992.
Grandma, me, Great-grandma Ziggy and Mom. Let's just ignore that bad haircut and tinted glasses and think about how amazing it is to see four generations of women together.
Another generational photo, circa 1988.
Grandma helping me knead some dough.
At my third birthday.
I love my grandma in this purple dress at my uncle's wedding (and my mom's looking pretty cute there too in the brown)
She looks beautiful in this photograph.
We spent the day today driving on treacherous roads to Nebraska for my grandma's memorial service. The roads were ice-covered, snow-packed and had numerous drifts from the gusty winds. It was a very, very long drive, but we made it to our hotel safely; and my brother's flight made it in just fine.
Merry Christmas.
