Erica SpeaksThoughts from Cheeky's own Erica Bethe Levin.
Grandma Molly passed away three days ago on Monday, September 5, 2011; on Labor Day, 25 days before her 93rd birthday and six days before the 10-year anniversary of September 11th. The timing doesn’t surprise me. Other than any human being (besides Mom and Dad), Grandma Molly has had the most profound impact on my life. Other than any incident or event, September 11th has had the most profound impact on my life. These two monumental losses are the only things on my mind, and both are equally, albeit uniquely, traumatic. After 92 (almost 93) years of life, my little grandma’s frail body – and strong, tough, hardheaded mind – decided that … Read more
Let me tell you a thing or two about love. I have been realizing recently just how lucky I am to have so much of it in my life. I’m not bragging about a ridiculously torrid and sexy love affair or a secret romance; I am talking about the consistent, unconditional, calm, steady and unending love of family. And on this very day, at this very specific time in my life, that family includes a web of people far and wide… but I’m speaking of just six individuals: mom, dad, sister, grandma, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and my dog. Spawned by 92-year-old Grandma … Read more
My grandma is what you would refer to as an old lady. A hip, highly intelligent, ridiculously acute, adorable old lady, but an old lady, nonetheless. Grandma Molly, who we have always affectionately called “Grandma from Florida” since we had a Grandma from New York as well, is 92-years-old. Ninety-two. That is 92 years, 1,104 months, 33,580 days and almost one whole century. A lady that age must know a LOT of stuff. I’ve had 27 years to absorb all of this stuff, yet it’s never enough. How can you wrap up 92 years in a tight, 27-year bundle? The answer is: you can’t. When I received the phone call that Grandma … Read more