Every week during Mass when the two people bring the offerings down the aisle to our priest, I don't see them. I see my Meme and Pepe. When I was a child attending Mass (we had a very small church) it was often these two I saw walking down the aisle. Meme on the left, and a full foot shorter than my Pepe (she was just 5 feet and shrunk to 4'11" in her later years).
To say I loved my Meme and Pepe would be an understatement. My Meme was loving and kind. She liked to overfeed you and give you gifts.
|My Pepe took this picture of my brother with|
his glasses and the newspaper with the
headline "Civil Rights Sex Orgies".
I realize now that my two youngest and my two newest will never meet my grandparents. They will never see them walk down the center aisle of our church with the offerings in their hands. They will never watch Bugs Bunny cartoons with my Pepe, or be overfed by my Meme. I will just have to keep them alive in our hearts and minds by stories and pictures. Because surely they are Nellie and Marin's great grandparents too and deserve a place in their memories.