remembering

Everyone else in the family called her Gigi, to me she was Grandmother. Not because she was ever staunch with me but because I thought she was too classy for a nickname. After my parents split up my Grandmother was my only constant contact with that side of the family. I would get letters from her often, and they always seemed to come when I needed them the most. She became my life line in a very dark time, I don't think I ever told her that. At 17, I moved to Vigirina with her. I was terrified, not of her of course, but at seeing my Father for the first time in 10 years. I remember stepping off that plane and thinking "just look for Grandmother, she will make everything easy." Are time together was hard, I was a very rebellious teenager that had very little direction, but my Grandmother was always there for me even when I tried to push her away. I learned alot in the years I spent with her, about the family I never knew, the history of them all, and about how to handle any crisis with dignity and class. She shared her stories of her travels, her time with the theater her love of music and art, all of which I carry with me today.
I recieved a package yesterday from My Muffer, (my Aunt), that contained pictures of my grandmother and I, and I kept thinking how I wish she were here to help get through loosing Stephen, and realized that she is here. She has never left me, and now I believe she is also with Stephen, and that makes me very happy indeed. I love you Grandmother, take care of my boy.