Tribute: “It’s a wonderful life”
And it sure was a wonderful life for my grandmother, Lucy Fiandaca.
This woman, my gram, lived to be 94-years-old, and yes we were blessed to have had her for so long. However, it doesn’t make the loss any easier. She was pretty amazing!
What makes her so different you ask? Doesn’t everyone feel that their grandmother is the best?
Well she had an incredible heart, for starters. She had a pacemaker that we would joke about, saying that it must have had supersonic batteries because she had never-ending energy!
My gram was the kind of woman that was truly happy. She lost my grandpa to cancer in 1993. She was lonely and heartbroken and could’ve curled up and let life pass by, but she knew she had so much to live for. If she needed to feel close to him she would wear his sweater. She was a mom of seven, grandmother to 10 and great-grandmother to 12.
My gram was the kind of woman that was genuine, and when she said she was happy for you, she truly meant it. She was happy for anyone’s good fortune, and never bitter at any of her misfortune.
She always stayed optimistic, saying God had a plan.
Aside from being a fabulous cook, making daily “to-go” orders, she would leave them on the sun porch for pickup if she wasn’t going to be home. And you could always put in a special order! You would pick up the bag and there would always be an extra little surprises inside. She would set the table for breakfast before going to bed. Her house was the kind of house you wanted to sleep over. She would kneel over the tub with a bar of ivory soap and rub that soap until it made the most giant bubble bath.
She always had a way of making every single person feel so special, her smile was contagious.
Gram would religiously remember to get to the store in November and purchase Advent calendars for each grandchild: not each family, each grandchild, because everyone should have their own. They would be postmarked and mailed, to be sure they arrived at everyone’s house before December 1st.
At 90-years-old, my gram was still driving. She would drive to Winthrop and take Tai Chi classes and would go to Marshall’s. She would take the train to Boston and go downtown. You would love whatever she bought. She had a great sense of style.
She never forgot to mail a birthday card and always had presents tucked away in her closet for any visitors.
As I got older and had children, every visit would be a birthday party. Just because why not!
As you can see, my gram was pretty special to me. These are just a few reasons I feel she’s amazing.
If you read this and it makes you feel good and you think to yourself that you’d like to be a better human or start some tradition, then that will help carry on her legacy. Choose Kind…she always did.
I see most of these characteristics in my own mom, and hopefully when people think of me, they will say they see them in me. Because honestly, that is the greatest compliment I could ever receive
Gram, “I love you a Bushel and a Peck“
Danielle (Rose) Visconti