Today would have been my Babci's (Polish for grandma) 89th birthday. In a couple of weeks it will be 3 years since she has passed on. I miss her terribly. She was strong and courageous, giving, loving, and extremely stubborn (it's hereditary lol).
I know she's in a better place without illness or pain. But it doesn't make the hurt of her not being her any less. She was my rock, my confidant, my go to person, my cheerleader.
She practically raised me from when I was just a baby. At three weeks old my parents decided they were going away to see family for a few days. Rather than take their newborn with them to show off to family, they left me behind with my Babci. From then on, I had spent a lot of time with her and my grandpa. I remember well the many nights I'd cry to stay over just to be where there was no fighting, no drunken arguments, just love unconditional.
She was always there for me, no matter what. So on this "Day of the Dead", despite that I have many loved ones that have passed on...I am remembering her most today. Not just because it's her birthday.
I love you Babci, and I miss you terribly. Thank you for everything you did for me, and for the girls.