I am now faced with another loss. I sit here writing through tears because I just feel I need to get this out. My Grandpa ‘Papa’ died early this morning. I feel so happy I got to speak with him yesterday, but so guilty that I haven’t been up to visit. I was working on a DVD of family photos and videos and my daughter even made him a Get Well Card, which he will never get to see. I was lucky to be the oldest grandchild and remember some of the time I spent with them as a small kid. I still remember what the old house looks like. I remember the times when I would visit Vermont, see the cows, visit Basketville, and go to Santas Land. I remember when my Nana and Papa took me and my cousin to FL to Disney. They came to visit in 2007 and I remember him asking me how my ‘hootchi cootchi’ dancing was going. ‘ I just laughed and said it was good. LOL. This weekend is the Down East Festival, a wonderful weekend of workshops, dancing, and fun and again I am faced with another very difficult performance, two in fact. I hope I can hold it together tonight, it will be hard. Sometimes all you can do is cry, so bare with me this weekend. It will not be easy.
March 1, 1929 – July 18, 2014