I may not have had a mother growing up, but I had a wonderful female role model in my grandmother. Bridget Lucy Taylor. Born in 1912 and passing at 98 years old. An Italian American immigrant who was chasing the American dream. My grandmother was very graceful and feminine in her young days. She wore such fancy pinup styled hair and dresses. The types you see girls trying to pull together today. In my memories of her, although she struggled with walking and chores as she aged, she would always leave the house with full hair and makeup. She packed our lunches every day for school. Made sure we had our homework done. She loved my art. Her and my grandfather bought me my first camera. She loved reading all the boring stories I would write. And she let me put on plays for her. She was one of the first people I told when I was pregnant Ashlie. And she never judged me for having a baby at 17. She loved all my friends growing up and welcomed them in with open arms. She baked lasagna, and made the best sausage and meatballs. She was married to my grandfather for nearly 70 years. She was a military wife, and only had one child, my father. She traveled around the US with my grandpa until my dad was school aged. She was the one family and friends would go to when they needed to talk. She would listen without speaking and always made you feel like your opinions were valid.
I miss her a lot. Her love, her kindess, and her wisdom. Happy Mother's Day, Grandma.