My husband is amazing
I have lots of lovely stories from today. But I have to tell you this one.
For years I've been hinting heavily to my aunt that I have no pictures of my Bubbie, and would like some. But I never got any.
This past year I grew frustrated, and said something about it to Mr. Radio. Especially now that were expecting, I want to be able to show the babies their great-grandmother when they grow up. She meant so much to me and was so loving, and she is a big part of who I am.
Mr. Radio went to my Dad and to my aunt. He got copies of pictures of her from throughout her life, and compiled them in a photo album for me.
Now I have a book of beautiful pmictures of my Bubbie forever! Pictures of her as a young woman, and as a mother (with a baby that's unmistakeably my Dad, cause his cheeks are so chubby). Pictures from her middle years, traveling. She wore a lovely yellow coat with white buttons on her trip to China in the 80s, where she posed with my grandfather in front of a Buddha; she was always so put together.
Pictures of her smiling and laughing at my parents wedding.
And one very fetching picture of her in a swimsuit.
Because I'm all hormonal even typing this post up made me cry all over again. I miss her lots, but I'm so grateful to my wonderful husband for taking all that time and making that effort to give me a piece of my Bubbie back!
When I was 18 years old, and had just finished my first semester of frosh year, she died. She'd been sick for over a year after a stroke.
That day a necklace she had given me fell off my neck and was lost.
Today, I feel like I got something back from that day.
For years I've been hinting heavily to my aunt that I have no pictures of my Bubbie, and would like some. But I never got any.
This past year I grew frustrated, and said something about it to Mr. Radio. Especially now that were expecting, I want to be able to show the babies their great-grandmother when they grow up. She meant so much to me and was so loving, and she is a big part of who I am.
Mr. Radio went to my Dad and to my aunt. He got copies of pictures of her from throughout her life, and compiled them in a photo album for me.
Now I have a book of beautiful pmictures of my Bubbie forever! Pictures of her as a young woman, and as a mother (with a baby that's unmistakeably my Dad, cause his cheeks are so chubby). Pictures from her middle years, traveling. She wore a lovely yellow coat with white buttons on her trip to China in the 80s, where she posed with my grandfather in front of a Buddha; she was always so put together.
Pictures of her smiling and laughing at my parents wedding.
And one very fetching picture of her in a swimsuit.
Because I'm all hormonal even typing this post up made me cry all over again. I miss her lots, but I'm so grateful to my wonderful husband for taking all that time and making that effort to give me a piece of my Bubbie back!
When I was 18 years old, and had just finished my first semester of frosh year, she died. She'd been sick for over a year after a stroke.
That day a necklace she had given me fell off my neck and was lost.
Today, I feel like I got something back from that day.