Bubby

“A sweet name for the one you love, the one you adore”

There will be no blog today due to finals week this week. I arrived home yesterday for a long break (until January 21st). And I am glad to be home. This semester I think was the hardest semester so far. I couldn’t tell you have many papers I had to write or how many group projects I had to help complete. Tip, if you have the chance, do a project by yourself or find people who you know will do the work. However, the previous year around this time, actually this date was the hardest.

When I got home from break last year, my family and I (excluding Mom) hurried into our car. We were heading to Wisconsin, where my grandparents have lived since 1990. However, this time was different. It was going to be fun and cheerful, it would be filled with tears and mourn.

Last year, on this day, December 11, my grandmother passed away. She was in the hospital for a couple weeks with stokes and stuff like that. On December 11th 2014, after fighting for weeks, she left us and became an angel. I have never seen my mother and the rest of the family cry for that many days before. Most of the time, I do not cry or brawl my eyes out in public. However, the first time I realized she was gone was when I escorted her casket from the church to the hearse. It hit me and my eyes became teary and my nose began to stuff up.

We call my grandmother, Bubby. I actually came up with the name when I was younger because I couldn’t say grandpa and grandma. So, I called them Bubby and Big Guy. If you looking up the meaning of Bubby which is Jewish for grandmother and “a sweet name for the one you love, the one you adore”…

I miss and love you Bubby.