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Grandma My Warrior,
What a touchy subject. See Grandma passed away in October last year. My Aunt her daughter decided she wanted to keep the family close so she planned a Family Time visit. The thought of it all was nice however, the emptiness followed. I'm not trying to be difficult I Love my family but it is just not the same. Let me give you a little history. My grandma raised me. My father her son was and still is not productive in his life. He is my dad though. Much love to him. Which he is now living with AIDS because of his lifestyle choice. God Bless my Dad. My mother a hard working woman who traveled to Manhattan on the LIRR everyday to provide a good living for my brother and I. Regretfully she could not do both, work and stay at home. So then there you have it, Grandma. Her door was always open. The coffee was always brewing at home. There was always laughter at our table. Grandma was a Filipino, German,Hungarian and Jewish. She looked Indian with very long hair and had a native look. Amazingly beautiful I have to say. Her health was a factor. You see she was overweight and suffered medically because of it. However she would not put the coffee and cigarettes down. She was in the hospital after a stroke and was feeling better so she lit a cigarettes in her hospital room and tried to blow it in the vent but she got busted. They did laugh about it. She was a stubborn woman with the most amazing heart. Grandma for many many years worked at an adult home. It was not your average home it was for the ones who needed extra attention. When grandma passed away the people she took care of showed up in vans to give respect. That was the most amazing thing I had seen. See she loved all of them. As they loved her. Grandma could see beyond. When all of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren were born she was there it did not matter how far. No matter who did wrong in our family she stood by all of us. She would just say get over it or deal with it. When we really acted up she would say I Love You but I Don't Like You. Wow the deep voice and the eye brow that lifted when she was mad we knew she was ticked. Granted grandma was a big woman and took no ones crap, she ruled home no matter where that may be.

Most importantly it was the unconditional love we all felt that she had given. I am truly grateful for it. Grandma symbolized what the true meaning of family is. Now you see in writing this I have also realized that nobody can replace her. Now she lives in all of us and it is our job to live as she has taught us. Thanks Auntie.

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