These are my letters to you

You will forever be my Busia and I will forever be your girl. You were more than a Polish grandmother, you were my role model, my friend.

You loved unconditionally, held no grudges, gave the best advice on love and marriage and forgiveness, listened when I was happy or sad or excited or confused, always asked questions and wanted to know about my life and wanting to make sure I was happy… you held me through everything from bruised knees to broken hearts. Thank you for holding on long enough so I could tell you all that you mean to me, so I could hold your hand again and kiss your cheek and sit with you and tell you how much you impacted my life.

You loved me fiercely and I will carry that with me every day and do my best to multiply all that you are. I will miss you more than you can possibly imagine. I already do.

These are my letters to you.

5 Years

What would I tell you about the last five years if you asked me? Dear Busia, this is my letter to you.

supposed to

a poem for the moments when the loss feels big and the love runs deep

with you

Dear Busia: I wish we could cook together and I could keep learning from you. I miss you immensely. Thank you for loving me so well and so big. Love, Your Girl

i listened

Dear Busia, I listened to you tonight. Backing up the files on my laptop I found you and one of our conversations that I just happened to audio record several years ago. You told me about the old house in Chicago, your dogs… the way you took care of me while I was really little,… Continue Reading →

hold hands

On Saturday February 25, 2017, family and friends gathered to hold hands and celebrate the life of my amazing polish grandmother, whom many of us called Busia. I was honored and privileged to give the eulogy at her funeral. What follows are the words I shared, which only give a small glimpse into the immense love… Continue Reading →