Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Happy Halloween!

I was thinking earlier about past Halloweens in my life, and I couldn't get this photo out of my head.




This is my favorite photo of me and my grandmother, taken when I was three years old.

I miss my grandmother so much. She was a second mother to me. She was there when I was born, taught me to sew and knit, baked with me, went to all of my school events. She was a strong career woman, a great role model, a beautiful lady. Two years ago, a few weeks before she passed away, I went up to visit her. Rob and I had just bought our first home. As I walked into the bedroom, she whispered, barely audible, "There's the homeowner," in the same positive manner she always spoke. I break down even thinking about it now.

At her funeral, her sister hugged me and said, "Your grandmother was so proud of you." I know that's true. She was never shy about showing it. I just hope I can continue to be someone that she would be proud of as I get older.

Thanks, Nan. You made me who I am today.

3 comments:

Dave said...

This needs some anti-sentimentality, The picture I always remember is a polaroid taken by a man in a gorilla costume that had underwear on the outside. I was in the Halloween parade in the local Kmart. I was a ketchup bottle - my mom made that costume.

I also remember being a TV with Sesame Street on the screen and having one of those cheap plastic costumes (the ones with the masks you couldn't breathe in) and I was Vinny Barbarino. I also remember that costume not making it the whole way intact because we lived in upstate New York and I had to wear a heavy winter coat underneath it!

Dave

Melissa said...

Haha! A tv with Sesame Street on the screen!! That's great!

Okay, here's an embarrassing Halloween memory. In Toms River, the Halloween Parade is a huge deal. So much so that they do trick or treating on the 30th. Well, that was always a big event for us marching band members, and as flute section leader and piccolo player, I got to march in the front line, on the end. My mom, who was there to support me, thought it would be nice to march next to me while pumping her fist a la Arsenio. Not cool.

Mary said...

aw, you were so cute!!! And what sweet memories of your grandmother. I'm sure she would be elated that you remember her in this way!