A STORY ABOUT MY GRANDMA
My grandma passed away recently. She was a sweet and sassy lady who loved her family, Shirley Temple movies, and always cleaning her plate.
- •We were walking down the street in Winchester, Massachusetts
- •At a corner, there was a young woman wearing a Panned Parenthood shirt and holding a clipboard.
- •As awful as it makes me feel, I never want to stop to talk to the clipboard people.Even when I wholeheartedly support what they are out there advocating for, such as Planned Parenthood.
- •The young woman asked us if we had time to learn more about PP.
- •I was all ready to say: "Sorry, not today" and head into Starbucks.
- •But my grandma--Irish (by way of Staten Island) Catholic and very firm in her beliefs--stopped.
- •She said: "Well, I don't agree with what you're doing there, but I'll hear what you have to say."
- •The woman gave her spiel, my grandma thanked her and wished her well, and we went on our way.
- •Later that day we kind of got into a bit of an argument because I do support PP, but that's not really what I remember.
- •I remember my grandma, willing to listen to opposing opinions and extending a basic kindness to someone trying to do their job.
- •I frequently quote my grandma, saying: "That's why they make vanilla and chocolate."
- •I'm pretty sure that's from a Peanuts comic she had framed in her kitchen.
- •She really loved the Peanuts.
- •I miss her and I know she's in heaven (even if I'm not sure I believe in all that) because that is what she believed.