Grandma and Grandpa: they loved me from the moment they found out about me. They already had two grandchildren but I was the first girl grandbaby. They lived with us, in the house behind mine. Grandpa, an Italian immigrant, used to ask my parents to take me for a stroll after having my bottle and my nap, and he would walk me for hours around the neighborhood. One month after my first birthday he passed away from a heart attack. My mom says I would have liked him very much if I got to know him. He was a Scorpio, born on Halloween. He was my first best friend, and I miss him.
My Grandma had a harder life. She lost both her parents by the age of 11 but still believed in the kindness of people and the world. She would knit baby cardigans, scarves, mittens, you name it. She was incredibly cuddly, soft, and gone too soon. When I was six she succumbed to pancreatic cancer. I remember I made drawings for her and was gonna send them to the hospital for her to feel better but it was too late. I never got to say my good-byes
Now is when I need them the most. And I keep these pictures on my nightstand, and when I'm overwhelmed, under my pillow. I left behind all my religious beliefs but I do believe they are in a good place now and that they are with me in the little details. When I see a butterfly or a snail, when I hear a tango or a Paul Anka song, when I see a flower bloom. And I hope that one day I get to that good place too.