Last week we laid to rest my 96 year old grandmother, lovingly called Mima.
When I was a kid, apparently I couldn’t correctly pronounce grandma and grandpa so my paternal grandparents came to be known as Mima and Pipa. Pipa passed away back in 1998 and Mima has missed him terribly ever since.
Although it is very sad to say goodbye to Mima, I am very glad that she is reunited with Pipa. The service was lovely and the slideshow of photos from her life was so wonderful to see.
I really wanted to say something at the service so I wrote something up and this is what I stood up to say. I made it short so I could get through it.
When I was a kid we would go up to NJ for days at a time to visit Mima and Pipa. We would sometimes do special things like go see the Phillies play but most of the time we would hang out and play games or with our toys that we brought or play in the back yard. I remember walking around the pond at the end of the street.
Mima would make us pierogies, kielbasa and sauerkraut for dinner and [my brother] and I would fight over who would ring the little bell to signal dinner was ready. During dinner if anyone would burp we would all raise our hands and the last one would have to stand up and bow or curtsy and say excuse me. I have no idea why we would do that, it was something Mima made up. Pipa would just always ask who stepped on a frog.
Mima would try to teach us words in Polish, none of which I remember except how she would always say “Daj mi buzi” or “give me a kiss”. Every night I ask [T and A] for a hug and buzi.
I’m really glad that Mima got to know [E, R, C, T, and A] and they got to know her. It was always so nice to see my own kids with her.
But honestly the memories I keep closest to me now are those from when I was a kid.
I love and miss you Mima.