Celebrating Great: A Legacy of Love and Lasting Impact

Hey there, dear hearts,

It’s Meghann here, writing with a tender smile on this early Wednesday morning. Today, I’m memorializing my grandma—the one we called “Great”—a woman whose spirit still dances in my memories and continues to shape my life in profound ways. She was a force of nature, with that infectious laugh that could light up any room, her vibrant Italian ways woven into every moment, and a sailor mouth that never failed to surprise. But above all, her love for me and my children was endless, a boundless tide that carried us through. Caring for her in her final months, even while having a new born; was the most honorable journey we undertook together, a sacred task before God took her home, and her influence lingers in every step I take. We held her hand. Each evening Charlea would have her pick the perfume she wanted to wear after her bath. 

Great’s laugh was pure magic—deep, hearty, and unapologetic, often erupting when she’d catch me off guard with her colorful language, especially when she would talk about the men on tv. Her Italian roots shone through in the way she’d bustle around the kitchen, teaching Maia and Charlea to make apple pie, her hands guiding theirs with a mix of patience and sass. I’ll never forget her hollering, “Meggie, who the fuck gave these kids knives?”—her eyes twinkling with mischief as we all burst into laughter. Or those times when the kids were screwing around in the other room, and she’d summon me with a sly grin, whispering, “I’m watching them, and they are fucking around,” her tone a blend of exasperation and love. That sailor mouth was her trademark, a bold stamp of her personality that made every moment with her unforgettable.

Her impact on my life was immense and still echoes today. She taught me resilience, showing me how to stand tall with a fiery spirit, even when life threw curveballs. Her endless love gave me a foundation of strength, a safe harbor that shaped how I raise my kids. Caring for her brought us closer, a shared journey that deepened my compassion and taught me the beauty of giving back. Even now, her presence lingers—I pull out her purse, hold her glasses, and feel her guidance steady me through tough moments. She loved everything sparkly or “sprinkles!” as she’d say, and that joy inspires me to find light in the dark. She was a strong Italian woman, mouthy and proud, who loved fiercely, and her love continues to guide my path. God, I miss her, but her legacy fuels me every day.

Thanks for walking this memory with me. More to come.

With love and remembrance,

Meghann

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