Gigi was a pisser.
Gigi was my maternal grandmother, and today (Halloween) would have been her 97th birthday. She was larger than life. A character in every way. And I miss her.
When I look in the mirror these days I can see her…… I see her in my double chin and ever-expanding mid-section. I hear her each time I wheeze upon laughing. Unfortunately, I am only resembling her these days physically, when it would serve me well to be like her in other ways.
Gigi thought highly of herself without apologizing for it. Everywhere she went, she was all dolled up. Every outfit had its matching hat and scarf, bag and bauble. She would “tell it like it is”, and didn’t seem too worried about what anyone thought. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, yet always took the time to think of the needs of others. She never met a stranger she didn’t like and left everyone a friend.
Gigi was always ready for a party (especially one in her honor), and delighted in receiving gifts. (“You really shouldn’t have…..but I’m SO glad you did!”) It seems that lately, I have ignored the gifts she shared. Gigi squeezed the juice out of life, and danced as long as her failing heart would let her.
So here’s to you, Gigi……tonight I dance.XO
I would have loved her, she lives within you, find her, I know she is there. Have fun
I always find myself wanting to tell her any good news, bad news or anything in between, and then I remember that she is not here to share all my “stuff” with anymore. I admired her “zest” for life and her ability to always see the silver lining in everything. I miss her so much. Thank you for writing about her. Love you.
Hi Kristina!
And just think….there’s some of that in OUR DNA! I just need to remember that a little more often. Love you back. Shelley