My mother’s mother died yesterday morning. She was 90 years old, and my last living grandparent. Her first husband, back in his day, was night auditor for the Fontainebleau hotel in Miami Beach, and from the stories I’ve been told, was “connected.” Combine that with the story of my father’s parents, who were both bookmakers in Prince Georges County, Maryland, and you’ll understand when I say she was the only straight-and-narrow member of that generation of my family. At times she ran a motel in Florida, and at other times she was a hairdresser. During her last years, she lived with my mother in Las Vegas and spent a lot of time playing and winning at bingo. She was French-Canadian, from a very large family. We come into this world, we leave memories, and we leave.
I turned 40 three days ago. And that’s all I have to say about THAT.
Happy Belated Birthday. Condolences for your Grandmother.