Dear Ma-Ma

This last week has been very hard, learning that my 87 year old grandmother passed away. 

She would have been 88 on May 5th. 

I haven't nearly begun to process my grief; instead, have just been keeping busy with Mister Max to avoid it, I think. It's always such a hollow feeling you get in your stomach when you receive bad news. When my parents asked me to deliver the eulogy, bits of our childhood and time spent with her in New York City kept flittering by in my mind this weekend, wherever I was, whatever I was doing––both bittersweet and happy at the same time. Trying to memorialize 87 years of life is tough––how do you capture the essence of a person and celebrate one's entire life in a single speech? The strongest memories flash by when I'm outside taking a walk or sitting on the stoop. Perhaps Mother Nature's windy weather which is brewing out here is helping me to reconnect?

{ me and Ma-Ma, April 14, 2007 }