This is one of the few pictures I have from my childhood. And it’s my favourite.
Early in the morning I would pad quietly to Grandma’s bed and then wait patiently for her to finish saying the rosary. She would scoop me up, putting me on her knee, and ask,”How are you today, John?”
I remember her floral print dresses and big black purse.
I’ve been told I was her favourite, but she died when I was still little; it would be a long time before I was someone’s favourite again.