"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet"
Today is my Bubbie's birthday; her name was Rose and it was a name that fit her unlike anyone else I've ever known. She passed away in 2000, she would have been seventy-five today.
I felt that I had to post about her because of the incredible woman she was. It's hard for me to put it into words; she was kind, but firm; she knew how to make you smile and make you cry. She kept the whole family laughing; she was someone that when I was young, I could tell me secrets too and I knew she'd keep them.
Even in her weakest moments, when she was diagnosed with cancer, my Bubbie was a warrior. When she was staying at home with her illness, by mom and aunt would shudder at the thought of having to give her a shot; Bubbie (a nurse) would say "Give me the damn thing", grab the needle and do what needed to be done. Even though she was ill, she'd have us all rolling on the floor with laughter; she was her own silver lining.
That's me and my Bub; it was a treat to take a bath at her house.
I truly believed she hung on for us; she was the rock of our family and made sure that everything was perfectly in place before heading to heaven. I was supposed to sing at her funeral, she asked me to sing 'Colors of the Wind' from Pochahontas (It was our song). I broke down in a sea of tears instead, devistated that she was gone.
Ten years have passed and while I still miss her terribly, when I hear that song on the radio I now sing my flippin' heart out, smile through my tears and remember her smiling face; our beautiful Rose.
I love you Bubbie. And to all of my lovely readers, hug the ones you love today; tell them that they make you happy; life is too short not to.
Check back later, I'll announce the winner of the Nana Cakes Giveaway!