Letter for Grandma Mu by Lara Fordis

To say it was an honor to have you as my grandmother would be an understatement. When I was born, you were only 45 years old. That was 50 years ago. From as far back as I can remember, you appeared to have a personal mission statement: Spoil your grandchildren with fun, laughs and memories. Although we did not live close to Duxbury Circle in Beverlywood, it feels like I was there all the time.

My memories of the 1970s are of beautiful times with you and Papa Lew, filled with fun and copious amounts of homemade matzo ball soup. We enjoyed tea parties, watched the Love Boat, played miniature golf and visited Beverly Park and Ponyland more times than I can remember. At your house, family fun meant staying up past bedtime, eating off trays even if it meant getting crumbs in your bed, drinking caffeinated tea in exquisite, delicate and highly breakable china tea cups and basically treating every sleepover like a utopian slumber party. I loved it.

I am grateful to have had half a century with you, and don’t know many other AARP members who still had living grandmothers, so I know my situation is highly unusual. But selfishly, even though I had 50 years with you, it still doesn’t feel like it was enough.

I love you, Grandma. My life will never be the same without you.


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