Rose was my grandmother’s name and this weekend will be the seventh anniversary of her death.
I miss her lots.
Anyone who’s been reading this blog for a while might remember me mentioning her in my Love Series. Rose was the grandma who took me for comics after my monthly haircut. It’s easily one of my fondest memories.
She lived in the basement apartment of my parents house and practically raised me because my parents had to work so much. I owe a lot to her for how turned out as a person, so when this time comes around, I have a special tribute I use to remember her.
During summer break from school and long before I had a car, we’d walk to a local strip mall so grandma could get what she needed from Rockbottom and I could rent a movie at the pharmacy/video store. (I wonder if those exist anymore?) We’d watch movies together and the one I remember most was Weekend at Bernie’s. We loved it. Seriously, this is one of the funniest, dumb movies you’ll ever see. A few years later, grandma discovered Happy Gilmore, which was a big thumbs up. From then on, if either of those movies were on, she was watching.
And laughing like I’d never heard.
Big, deep belly laughs you could hear from anywhere in her apartment. I’m smiling right now typing this part.
So every year since her death, I pop in those movies, sit back and remember how happy they made her.
And how happy she made me.
Is there anything special you do to remember a loved one?