Written by DML
I received a text message yesterday stating the news I knew would one day come: My grandmother passed away at 98-years-old.
My grandmother, better known to everyone as NANA, was a wonderful person. I’ve never heard anyone utter a negative word about her. How could they? Nana was impossible not to love.
Nana was a small lady, less than 5ft tall, but she had the biggest heart of all time. She was of Italian heritage, and she was married to my grandfather (Poppa) until he passed away in the early 1980s. Nana was the mother of four, grandmother to eight, great grandmother to seven.
For most of her adult life, Nana held the hardest and most rewarding job in the world: She was a mother and housewife. Later in life, to keep herself busy and to pay the bills, she held a small office job for a publisher.
I was her first grandchild. She and Poppa would babysit me often from the time I was born. And to keep me busy as a little boy, Poppa would buy little matchbox cars for me. But I was adamant about having white cars. So when there was no white cars left to buy, he and Nana would buy colored cars and white model paint. Together, with Nana at our side, Poppa and I would paint the cars for hours at the kitchen table. Then we’d sit down for dinner — Nana made the best meatballs.
As I grew older there was nothing more exciting than seeing Nana at a holiday gathering, especially when I had kids of my own. My kids loved Nana — she was their favorite person from my side of the family. But like everything in life, time got in the way of being together as often as I’d like. With four kids and many businesses to run, my time with Nana got less and less each year. Sadly, for the past year she had been very lonely in her nursing home in NY. I must add my frustration here: All the bullsh*t surrounding the COVID lockdowns and shutdowns were totally unnecessary, and the people who paid the greatest price were the elderly. People like my Nana were prevented from seeing loved ones. I never asked Nana what she thought of the Democrats who run New York, but if you watch the video below you can only guess what she’d say given the chance.
My uncles mostly took care of her after Poppa died, but periodically she’d make it over to my mother’s house. A few years ago, not long after Trump took office, I found myself near the neighborhood where I grew up. I stopped in with my kids to say hello to Nana. In the video below you can tell she’s losing some of her memory. That is until the name Hillary Clinton pops up — Nana didn’t think much of Hillary. She liked Trump.
My Nana will be missed. I wish I could have one last moment to tell Nana I loved her, and to thank her for being such a wonderful person. But the opportunity will have to come down the road when we meet again. Until then, her memory will be with me always. I don’t think she’s reading the news in heaven, but if she is let me say this from the bottom of my heart. Nana, on behalf of Mary and the kids, I say thank you for being a part of our lives. Say hi to Poppa for me; tell him I have a two white cars — a white truck and a white SUV. I will never forget the last words you said to me Nana – thank God I captured the moment on video. You said, “I love this face!” You said it with a big smile as grabbed the bottom of my chin. A great moment, a lasting memory, and a reflection of our shared love will live on within the video. I will miss you Nana. I love you, Denny.