Today would have been my Maternal Grandmother’s Birthday (or “Nanny” as we affectionately called her).
How old she would have been is still a mystery, because even til the day of her passing in January 2005, she still lied about her age.
She was a special lady whom was an integral part of my upbringing and helped shape my character and morals. She loved all people and was one of the most outgoing and friendly outspoken people I’ve known.
She would introduce me to everyone and anyone she knew and people she didn’t know, she was such a proud Granparent. I was always introduced as “This is my darling Grandson Jason the Artist”.
I miss going over to her house and surprising her and seeing her loving look of pride. I miss sharing stories and talking to her and dancing with her when music would come on. I miss her sticking her tongue out and making funny faces. I miss her teaching me words in Polish. I miss her french toast and the smell of her house. I miss hugging her. I miss having her around as someone whom I know never ever judged me and loved me 100% unconditionally.
My Nanny, Betty Segal was a true lady and a wonderful human being whom I wish I could be more like.
When she knew she was ill and I would visit her at the assisted living facility, her and I would talk or sometimes just sit near each other. I knew she was concerned about me not forgetting her.
Nanny, if you can read this somehow or know my thoughts, I love you, you are in my heart always and you are not forgotten.
Happy Birthday Nanny, I love you.
Jason The Artist
Sounds like she was a wonderful “Nanny” and the apple didnt fall far from the tree…