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| These pictures of Teenie are 2 of my favorite. Left, when she was a little girl, maybe 5 or 6, and Right, the summer before she died, at age 90. | ||||||||||
| Strength, courage, and generosity are three words that come to mind when I reflect on my great-grandmother's life. We really did have an angel living among us. Who else could have raised three children, been an excellent wife, lost her mother, husband and son, and still have been able to carry silently the weight of the world on her shoulders? Growing up, she had always been the strongest person I knew, and in my eyes, always will be. Very few people ever saw her cry, and to me, her tears were like perals; so different, and so rare. She lived her life catering to everyone else's needs, and never complained. She would sit around with all of us for hours, talking about living in Connecticut, working at the corset factory, (my favorite story) and telling us stories about the people in the countless photos she had. She loved to listen to me sing, anything from Broadway, to Modern Rock, and always had a smile when anyone needed it. I think I'll remember that baout her, most of all, her smile. And that she loved to party, of course! She really was heaven sent. So as she ascends to her Heaven, we can all be thankful. We may have lost an amazing person, a smiling face, but Al got his wife, Katy her daughter, and Bunny his mother. And we recieved an angel into our lives. I wrote a poem the night I found out she had passed, and I would like to share it with everyone now. The Angel Who Found Her Way Home By- Jessica Jacoby The sun shone anyhow this morning, But I don't know why. It was still dark at 5a.m. When the phone rang; the news came. I went outside and spoke to the sky Beggin you, and god for your strengths. And the sun rose on a beautiful day. The birds were still chirping, The flowers stayed in bloom. The most joyous breeze flowed Through the house, your house. And I cried for a while, The breeze drying my tears. I sat with my family at noon, While your son said the rosary, And we prayed for the life we just lost, And wonders why it was such A beautiful day; outside. I heard the birds, I saw the flowers, I felt the breeze, And smiled for the first time all day. I stopped crying and realized, That an angel had found her way Home. *~*I love you Teenie.*~* |
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