This past weekend we celebrated my grandmothers 95th birthday. A mind blowing concept,living to be 95. Nana or gigi ,as she is fondly referred to , didn’t want anyone to fuss over her birthday. She is at an age where she has survived a great many of her family members. Nana´s parents, siblings, cousins,husband, friends, a daughter and a grandchild have passed before her. This is something which saddens her and causes her depression and loneliness. While we are all super happy she is still here to celebrate her 95th birthday, she reflects back on all of those who have gone before her. I think she struggles the most with the loss of my Aunt Gayle, her daughter. She was very close with my aunt, even living next door to her for many years. We lost my Aunt Gayle a few years ago to cancer and my mother a few years prior to cancer. In fact, Gigi lost her sisters to cancer too and over the years it seemed as if she lost a sibling every year or so. This can take a toll on a person. She lived through the depression, and yet with all of her grandkids to put a smile on her face and the modern conveniences of the times, she suffers through a depression of a different nature. It just really makes you think. I hope I continue to experience life and all it has to offer, and I hope to have a positive attitude in doing so. My grandmother has been a hard worker her whole life, and though arthritis and age are catching up to her, she still tends to her garden and tries to keep her independence despite being unable to do things like she used to. She and my Uncle Frank (Aunt Gayles husband) are next door to each other. This is a great advantage to both of them now that they are widows. They keep each other company and look out for each other. I hate using that word ,widow, because it sounds depressing but nevertheless this is where life has put them. All in all I am amazed and blessed to have witnessed this 95 year old woman, born in 1919-lived through the depression-mother of 3-used to work in city hall-grandmother to ten(did i count right?)-the list goes on, still having the spunk of a thirty something. She still knows how to laugh and tell a good story. I hope that everyone, including myself, takes a page from her book. I only wish she didn’t have to suffer so much tragedy so she could enjoy everyday to the fullest, though somehow she manages to smile. I love you Nana, Happy 95th birthday!