This weekend would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday.
She is in the middle of the header photo, taken in 1949, flanked by my grandfather and my mother. She was a lifelong Catholic who loved her family and the Pope, in that order (I’m pretty sure). Though she lived the last 20 years of her life in California to be close to her daughters and grandchildren, she was a no-bullshit New Yorker to her core.
She was the kind of person who was everyone’s dear friend, from her neighbors to the butcher to the guy who worked at the gas station to everyone who came into the pizza place where she worked (even the teenagers she would yell at for making too much noise).
I love you and miss you Nanny, and I wanted you to know I thought of you on your birthday. I know you’d be mad that I didn’t go to mass today, but would give me a hug anyway.
What did you do this weekend?