Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Grandma "D" was a true lady. She also loved a good dirty joke.
I always think of her in her bright, Bermudian colors. And I recall, too, how her eyes lit up when she let out a peal of laughter. She laughed often and with gusto, and she made us laugh as well.
Humor is the greatest gift she bestowed upon her adoring family, in the Irish tradition. And also in that tradition, Grandma remained an optimist, no matter how bad things got. She lost a husband too soon, lost her beautiful home, and lost her wealth. But she never lost her sense of humor.
Grandma admired gentle men. I was never in her presence when I didn't feel completely loved and accepted.
Grandma, I love you right back, and I always will.
