It is with a heavy heart that I pen this post. Most of the time I wax poetic here on subjects near and dear to me such as food gluttony, craft beer discoveries, athletic pursuits, along with assorted observations of NYC living with the occasional rant thrown in. I try to keep it light and humorous. This is not one of those times as my mood is mixed and melancholy. My grandmother passed away last week. It was one of those things that came on suddenly and I found myself on a last minute flight down to Florida just to make it in time to say goodbye. The week was a whirlwind of emotions as we quickly set up the wake and burial. She lived a long life at almost 95 years, and was with us all the time growing up as she helped raise my sister and I. In fact, she lived with us her whole life as my mom and dad took her in. She was always there. Loved and cared for us. I have been to enough family passings over my years but this one shook me to the core. My grandmother had a large family with six other siblings that were all my great aunts and uncles. Many lived on the same street as us, and all from the old Brooklyn neighborhood I was born in. Now, they are all gone. She was the last one. This is the first time in my life I can recall not having one of them around. It’s a strange and unknown feeling for me. I know she is in a better place now, hopefully reunited with her siblings, and much beloved parents. I’ll always love her and have so many great memories of my grandmother in my life. Yes, I’ll miss her as the tears are still fresh. It’s a part of life that we all have to accept, sad most times, but as they say life does go on. Keep those memories close to your heart and remember the good times. As hard as it is we need to keep living and honor them. Love ya’ Grandma.