Sadly we knew the likelihood of my 97yo grandmother passing would come sooner than later. My mom called me on Saturday morning to come home.

It was a hard drive back knowing the inevitable, but also not quite knowing at the same time. All these old memories poured back into me.

Here’s a few i’d like to share.

she was there from the beginning
my grandmother is who escorted me to Hungary when I was 8. she made me feel safe.
in Waikiki. she travelled with us often. right now all i’m thinking is I should pick up another pink fanny pack
when Isabella was 5 months old we took a “4 generations trip” across Hungary and Germany and followed the route my grandmother made with my uncle (2) and my mom (5 months) when she left Hungary after the war in 1944
we had just moved back from Idaho to be close to family
just couldn’t choose between these 2
up in Truckee. so lucky she was always so active. she would hike up to the top of Squaw even in her 70s
her 90th bday
was always so impressed for how old she was she was always so put together and young at ❤️
3 generation of women
Just last year at her 97th birthday. 09.19.18