A Hug From Grandma

There's nothing better than a hug from your grandma. When you're little and your mother says that grandma is coming to stay, or we were making the trip to grandma's, it was always a treat. I'd get Prego sauce with extra sugar (over spaghetti, this lady is a genius!) there was a huge candy drawer, (uh, I don't think 'candy' ever crossed the threshold into my parents home) and so many games played and orchestrated by my cousins and I. My grandma passed away yesterday. She'd been sick for awhile, so, the attitude towards her death is one of completion. It's still sad. I'm still crying. And I'm still thinking of her and how she unknowingly said the funniest things and was still beautiful at nearly 90 years old. There is an old black and white photo of her on a hallway upstairs in my parents house and she is so pretty I'd always find myself staring at it. She looked like a glamourous movie star. Or, as she told me one day, "All the boys liked me, they said I was stacked." Ha. Okay grandma. And she'd giggle and I'd think that she had all of them waiting on her hand and foot. My grandfather passed away (my mother's parents died while I was in college, characters all their own) when I was 1. So, they are finally together holding hands and catching up on lost time. What a lovely picture I can carry with me and after the sadness goes away, I can smile.