She was your grandmother. You called her Mommo. Your time with her was brief, but so so special. Mommo loved you very much. She loved all of us, and we loved her. Everyone called Daddy "the baby" because of the way she came to his defense, except for the time he criticized her knowledge of a TV show, Felicity.
Mommo became very sick, and we rushed back to Arizona to be by her side. Not minutes after coming home from the hospital, you jumped up on her lap and tickled her. You made her smile big. She loved having you climb all over her. She slept much of the day Wednesday and Thursday so you weren't able to play with her like you wanted. But I know she wished to be able to play with you. You had been kind of grumpy that morning of November 24th, but not long after you perked up and came racing into her room, Mommo went to heaven. We were all with her, and I am so glad you were, too. I think she heard you laugh, and I'd like to believe it's what she needed to let go. I tell you this so that you understand just how happy you made Mommo.
Vinny, if God has angels here on Earth, your grandmother was surely one of them. She used to watch you every Thursday when Mommy went back to work. Now, she'll take care of you from Heaven. Call upon her when you are feeling down or lonely. I know she will place her tender hands on your shoulders and lift your spirits. She'll bring you strength when you are feeling weak. She'll remind you to be a good person and treat others with kindness.
We spent the day after Thanksgiving at Uncle Tom's and Aunt Weez's house. We wrote messages on balloons so our words would reach Mommo in heaven. You drew her beautiful triangles and said, "Balloons go up and Mommo catch it." Well, Mommo is no longer sick, no longer in pain, no longer tired, and I am pretty sure she caught your balloon. Once again, you made her smile big. So while our broken hearts learn to mend themselves, thank you for making us all smile a little bigger these days.
Mommy and Daddy