I want to write about a memory—really, a collection of memories—with my grandmother, who just passed away. She was such a wonderful grandma. Every time I visited, we would make a big meal together and then spend the day painting. She loved to swim at her complex, and she would always take me with her. Some of my happiest childhood moments were spent by her side, swimming, laughing, and creating.
She taught me how to paint—really taught me—and she always let me paint ceramics with her. I can still picture the colors, the brushes, the way she encouraged me with so much patience and love. When I wasn’t painting or swimming with her, I loved watching Papa play his racquetball games. I’d run after the ball for him while Grandma swam nearby, always smiling, always full of life.
I’m grateful that I got to visit her a few times with my daughter, Rylan. Sharing that part of my childhood with my own child meant so much to me. And now, as we wait for our new baby girl, I can’t think of a greater honor than naming her after my grandmother. Her name will be Lillian.
Grandma filled my life with creativity, warmth, and joy. I will miss her very much—but I will carry her with me, in every painting, every shared meal, every swim, and in the beautiful name our daughter will carry forward.