Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My Grandmother, Irene - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Today marks the 33rd anniversary of my Grandmother’s passing, when I was 8 years old. She died suddenly in the parking lot of Roosevelt Field mall on a bright cold Christmas shopping-type morning, with my mom at her side. It was the first time I became acquainted with “Sister Death”. I thankfully still carry glimpses of her in my heart – her soft Bohemian-tinged accent, the dark blue cardigan she wore in the winters, the housecoats she wore in the summers, her smell, the warmth of her embrace, the priceless stories she weaved out of thin air for us. She shared with me, my sister and my cousins that fierce and primal love I think is only reserved for grandmothers and their grandchildren.

Gramma, I thank God every day for having been your grandson; I know my fellow grandchildren say and pray the same. You helped make my first years on this earth beautiful, magical, full of wonder and love. I feel your presence and I know you watch over all of us. You are just about my favorite person ever, and I am happy to be your grandson…still.


The Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception
of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Daily Mass Readings
Isaiah 35:1-10
Psalm 98:1-4
Ephesians 1:3-6,11-12
Luke 1:26-38


  1. Thanks for sharing this. It reminded my of my grandmother who lived with us when I was growing up. She died when I was 13. She was so special to all of her "older" grandchildren and I always regretted that the younger ones don't have those memories of her. She was always there to talk to, tell secrets to, play with--kind of a baby sitter par excellance. Great and wonderful memories!

  2. What a lovely post! You were blessed to have such a grandmother, and you know what, I think she was blessed to have such thoughtful and loving grandchildren. Thanks for sharing. God bless you.