Saying Goodbye

Tomorrow we have to do one of the hardest things a person can do...say goodbye to someone we love.

Tuesday night Rob's mother passed away. Rusty was such a special person. I loved to hear her laugh, and if you asked her how she was doing, her answer was often "I'm Old!". I usually told her I hoped to be in as good of shape as she was at her age. She loved talking to the kids on the phone, and clothing presents from Grandma usually included something shiny LOL. She loved Christmas, and especially liked any singing/dancing electronic Santa you could find.

She had it hard when she was young, her mother dying shortly after her birth, and her father often leaving her with relatives. When she got older she was a looker, sometimes doing modeling and once dated Don Amici.

She was a feisty Italian, an typical Italian mother, who wasn't too happy with me at first. After all, she had managed to hold onto her baby for 29 years...and then all of a sudden I'm on the scene and he is moving to Orlando! Fortunately for me, she came around and decided I wasn't so bad after all, but her standard line to me when I wouldn't do what she wanted was "I'll smacka you!"

We miss her so much already. Rob talked to her every day. He keeps looking at the clock thinking "I need to call mom before it gets too late", but it is.

We love you Mom. Don't give St. Peter too hard of a time. Or, as Meagan said...play nice with the other kids Grandma!