A tribute to my grandmother, the woman I called Nanny.Yesterday I received word that my grandmother passed away in her sleep with my grandfather by her side. I found such comfort knowing she was at home with her true love by her side. Their love for each other is a love story....
growing up my grandmother loved to tell the story of their first date over and over again and I never tired hearing it....
her face lit up each time she retold the tale....
because of them I grew up knowing, firmly believing true love does exist in this world and is alive and strong no matter what the statics are.... the unconditional love for another human being is attainable.
During the past few months of my grandmother's decline, my mom would call me and tell me she just left her parent's home from a day of watching over them and this is the image she describe...
my 93 year old grandfather holding my 92 year old grandmother's hand sitting on the couch with their foreheads touching the entire day....
every time I think if this the lump in my throat forms and the tears flow freely not for sadness but for pure happiness that these two amazing individuals had this kind of LOVE...
Who was my grandmother...
a daughter
a wife
a nurse
a mother to three fantastic daughters
a grandmother to 16 grandchildren
a great grandmother to 29 great grandchildren
She was loved by us all, what an amazing legacy.
She was a devote Catholic,
the original queen of foofing her home, she loved to decorate her house.
She loved peppermint candies, gingersnaps and always had tins of shortbread cookies stacked in her cupboards.
She had a passion for nursing and caring for the sick.... she never left home without her blood pressure cuff...{ when my husband and I finally made contact yesterday the first thing he said was that he remembered when he met her for the first time.. she took his blood pressure...
we both burst out laughing... for you knew you were loved when she asked to take your blood pressure!}
My grandmother is now dancing with the angles along with her parents and I believe she can hear me say,
"I love you, thank you for loving me and bring me joy my entire life. It was truly a privilege to be called your granddaughter."














So, if you feel like stopping by on this cozy fall day I'd love the company. We can grab a bowl of soup and chat til it's time to pick up all the kids from school! 



the chickadees were not painted in the process,
I fell into bed each night, exhausted and exhilarated all at the same time for the amount of work it's taking to write this chapter of my story...
I worried and prayed...
for the last 5 days I would cradle the phone to my ear and hear my husbands voice 3,000 miles away. He is busy writing his own chapter. Here we are, two people, sharing their lives together writing different "chapters" but still woven together, forever linked and made better because of our love for each other and our chickadees.
I stood in the garage with my "vintage friend" sweaty and exhausted from a day of labor to see my husband drive up in the dark.... with gifts of roses and pizza from my favorite Italian restaurant to be here for my first home sale... what a sight he was, better than any vintage treasure!








I pull up to school after this debate... park the car... and walk them into school... looking so sad.






