grams (or gigi as stella knows you), you sweet, spunky old lady. we are going to miss you so so much. christmas will not be nearly as jolly without you dressed as mrs clause all day. i will sincerely miss the smell of misty cigarettes and Estée Lauder perfume. your love for the minnesota vikings, your famous meatballs, making pizzelles (without aniseed!), how you worked a pair of sunglasses better than any model, your affinity for displaying small, ceramic forest creatures in your front lawn, how you could play the hell out of a piano...and the kazoo. there are so many wonderful memories we have of you. i know you are happier now, but it still makes me so sad. i'm so glad both my girls got to meet you. rest in peace you wild woman. anytime i'm drinking vodka (which is eerily my drink of choice these days) i'll be thinking of you.
xo
