Sadness Abounds - Mia Bella è andato.

Mia Nonna è morto.
My little grandmother died last Wednesday. She was my mother's mother. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She had bright blue eyes and pretty red hair. If she liked you, then she was fun to be around. If she didn't, then you might as well just leave. She was completely different than the women of her time. She was out-spoken and stubborn. Everything was on her terms. She was polite when she wanted to be and if she didn't feel like talking, she didn't. She didn't pretend to be anyone but herself. And for that I thank her. She taught me to be strong.
I can't imagine life without her.
I feel there is no reason to go to family functions. We were a team. Making snide comments in the corner, while everyone flitted around. She would tell me that I needed to be more jazzy. He he. She loved her leopard print. We would make fun of our family and laugh. We knew the truth about them all and as she took it to her grave, I will take it to mine. I miss you lady. Tell mom I said "Hi".