My “grandma” Mary
When I was young I didn’t grasp great aunt or great uncle and I was fortunate enough to know a lot of great aunts and uncles, I even knew some great-great aunts & uncles. So, how my young brain processed these family members was to group them as grandparents. It only made sense, they were my grandparents age and seemed to be very “grandparent-like”. I knew it wasn’t exactly the same, but it was close enough. Especially with my grandma’s sister Mary and her husband Kenny.
They were always over to my grandparents house when I was young. I have very distinct memories of trying very hard to avoid Kenny’s slobbery kisses. He also was the first one to do “got-your-nose” to me. After Kenny passed Mary would still come over and there was a time that every Saturday Nick and I would go to church with Grandma, Grandpa, Mary and Rick on Saturdays and eat dinner afterwards. Other than the church part, it was one of the best times of the week. I knew how truly special it was. Mary would also join other family occasions including celebrating hers and JD’s birthday. She was just like another grandmother.
My great aunt Mary passed away yesterday. I was so fortunate to have known such a special, sweet and kind woman. And under strange circumstances she died within 24 hours of her brother Wayne, who I did not know very well.













