The love the rain the most
The song actually goes "I love the rain, the most - when it stops", which is what Im feeling like today. Joe Purdy (musical genius)
I woke up this morning to the rain - thinking it wasnt such a bad thing since I had the day off and nothing better to do than read the paper and drink my coffee. Afterwards I caught up on emails which is when I got the news. My Uncle in Oregan tracted me down to let me know my Yaya had passed away yesterday morning.
Growing up I had spent most my summers with her and she has been a huge influence on who I am today. A strong and amazing woman who through it all came across with grace and just a wee bit of spitfire. She said what was on her mind and didnt let the things she had no control of control her. She intruduced me to make-up and the fun of being a girl - she taught me about shoes and thread count, and at a fairly young age brought me to the world of Nordstom's as apposed to that "no-good Penny's" (my mom could have killed her for that one). I remember so many times laughing until we were crying and then starting all over again. She called me her baby but never treating me like one, every year it was like a slumber party with my best friend - who happened to be my grandmother - my yaya.
This is the last photo I have of us, I havent seen her in many years and will always regret that. She hated her photo taken (as you can see from the pinching she was giving me because of it).
I will always miss and love you Yaya.
I woke up this morning to the rain - thinking it wasnt such a bad thing since I had the day off and nothing better to do than read the paper and drink my coffee. Afterwards I caught up on emails which is when I got the news. My Uncle in Oregan tracted me down to let me know my Yaya had passed away yesterday morning.
Growing up I had spent most my summers with her and she has been a huge influence on who I am today. A strong and amazing woman who through it all came across with grace and just a wee bit of spitfire. She said what was on her mind and didnt let the things she had no control of control her. She intruduced me to make-up and the fun of being a girl - she taught me about shoes and thread count, and at a fairly young age brought me to the world of Nordstom's as apposed to that "no-good Penny's" (my mom could have killed her for that one). I remember so many times laughing until we were crying and then starting all over again. She called me her baby but never treating me like one, every year it was like a slumber party with my best friend - who happened to be my grandmother - my yaya.
This is the last photo I have of us, I havent seen her in many years and will always regret that. She hated her photo taken (as you can see from the pinching she was giving me because of it).
I will always miss and love you Yaya.
posted by V at 10:37 AM
3 Comments:
Aw, V, I'm so sorry. Relationships with Yaya's, Nana's, Gramma's... whatever... are so unique. Me & my nana always had a great time, mostly pokin' fun at my mom - sassiness skips a generation you know ;o) Big hugs to you...
Love you...love the picture of your pinchin' Yaya. BIIIIIIIG S.Q.U.I.S.H. And a smaller but still mighty squish from Grace, too.
Sorry to hear. I'm glad you have good memories. Pete probably does too. Oh that Pete.
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