To My Girlfriend

I knew one day our courtship would end. It's been going on since around 1977. It was the butt of many years of jokes, but I was proud to be your boyfriend. It was a special moniker that only I had. My memory is vague, but this didn't start out as a normal courtship. I was only 6 and as any six year old, I was curious. I didn't quite understand why Grandpa wasn't around. But I knew I would be your boyfriend and fill a big role. Throughout the years, we would visit and you would slip me a few dollars; it was our secret. To pull up to the front of your home, climb the stone steps, walk the sidewalk, be greeted by Hilda and walk the steps to your home. Then to knock on the screen door and walk in to a hug and kiss. It was always a great feeling. I have so many fond memories: the trip down the the grocery store and McDonald's. The thought of walking up that huge hill until one of your friends offered us a ride. The yearly trek to your block parties; they were wonderful. And the advice you gave me when I called you from Italy. I wanted to make halushki and you said, "Saute the cabbage in two sticks of butter - not oleo. Do not use oleo." I listened and my friends and I enjoyed this dish. I could go on, but there isn't enough time or space.

I have to get on a plane tomorrow and come see you. I have to say goodbye, one final time. But I have to believe you are happy now. Grandpa was waiting patiently for 58 years. Now, you're with him. It was my pleasure and honor to be your boyfriend for all these years. I will never let go of the memories I have. I love you, Nana.