So long

When my grandmother used to tell people about me, she'd describe me as thus:

"My granddaughter Sarah has the most bee-you-tee-ful voice!"

She'd always want me to sing "The wind beneath my wings," because it was her favorite.  And she always believed in me, even when I didn't.  She came to every show and recital I ever performed, all but one.  And she never wanted me to leave New York, even when I'd tell her how lonely I was. 

When I'd call her after an audition, she'd ask, "How much will it pay?"  And most of the time I'd answer, "Nan, it doesn't pay anything!  I'd be doing it for free!"  And she'd just laugh.  For some reason this always made her roar.

I tried to explain to her what a blog was, but she just didn't get it.  I suppose I wanted her to know I was still at least doing something creative.

She didn't like saying goodbye; she'd always make me say so long.

I'm really going to miss her.

Comments

[Sissy]

Me too. :(

[Luke the Wonder Nephew]

Me three. :(

[Weinerdog]

I was just telling a story about her the other day.
Love to the family

[the odd broad]

Thanks Ween. xoxo