Today would have been my grandmother’s birthday. To simply say she was a wonderful, caring person is a giant understatement. I have never met anyone quite like her – always positive, supportive and kind, with a smile to match. I have seen her brush off other people’s negativity with a simple “well I guess they’re having a bad day” – it was something that has always amazed me, and such a change of pace from what most of us are used to. She was such an incredible person and one of the few people who has influenced my life in a solely positive way.
There are a few things that remind me of her. One is roses. I am not even sure what the exact reasoning is behind that, but they always remind me of her. In fact, Giada’s middle name is Rose for this very reason. Something else is the color purple. Her favorite color, yes. She looked great in purple, wore it to weddings, and was even buried in purple. Today’s photo is not exactly the most intriguing or creative, but I could not let the day pass without capturing something that is deeply rooted to me about this woman.