The Mothership

It's happened.  One more of a great generation has died.  My Julio. So precious to me.  So many people can affectionately call him "My Julio."  That's how awesome he was.  I feel especially sad because such a huge part of my youth is forever gone.  No more memories to be made with him.  But how fortunate I am to have as many memories as I do!  He was the true "American Dream."  And such a wonderful man for so many reasons that he left a legacy. Everything he did, he did with intensity and correctness. Julio was awesome because... he came from another country and became very successful...against all odds. found THE BEST wife God could have ever made for him. he would help just about anybody. he put 22 people through college. he kept me every weekend. he did the best "run under the swing". every time I saw him he told me how beautiful I was. he knew how to feed the geese and even call to them. he could summon a whole neighborh...

My grandma and I were very close.  In fact we didn't even call her Grandma, we called her "Bobbie."  Every weekend, two of the five of us would spend the night with her.  Somehow I was special...I spent almost EVERY weekend with her.  I LOVED my Bobbie and couldn't do most things without her.  I don't think a day, or maybe two, would go by without talking to her. I remember... ...how she would let me put on makeup and nail polish.  On the way home on Sunday mornings, I would be peeling off the nail polish so my parents wouldn't know.  It was just between us.  ...how she would feed us grapes and soup in the bathtub.  And after the bath, use all her fancy powder brushes to powder our bodies.  Plus the feeling of the nice, warm, night gowns that she would heat up in the dryer for us. ...her taking me to the beauty parlor every Saturday morning to sit and talk with the older ladies while Bobbie "got her hair done." ...watching Touc...