To My Grammy

It's been a rough week for me. Monday morning, my folks got a call at three in the morning. My Grammy, who has been in and out of the hospital for the last six years, was dying. Ensue mad rush, long hours in the hospital, and an early morning Catholic blessing. Soon enough,I was back home to rush thru the shower and get to the second half of work. Thankfully Tues was just a short evening rehearsal, so I was able to sleep in and work on music for the funeral mass. At first I was averse to the idea of singing at the funeral, but I soon realized it wasn't something for me. It was something I could do for her and my family. It was tough, but I'm glad I did it.The funeral was yesterday. I wore a pair of her old evening shoes from the fifties. Green satin covered in fishnets with a rhinestones where the fishnet meets. There was an arctic front so my mom wore her mink coat. I'm sure Grammy was smiling down on us. There was plenty of desert, lots of people, and lots of cute shoes. All things that mattered to her. After we buried her, we toasted to her with a bottle of 16 year old Bushmills I had picked up. It was a good way to say goodbye to a life well lived with lots of love. Slainte. To microwaves. To high heels. To cookies in your purse. To a woman with more character and love than anyone I know. To my Grammy.