I got the call when I got to work on Tuesday and have been bust at my grandfather's home helping him sort through all of this.
This week has been very stressful. I was supposed to leave to San Francisco to be there for my little brother's kidney transplant, but instead stayed back because my mom needs to be there for my brother. I feel so sad for my mom. Mourning the loss of her mother, while sitting bedside to her 15 year old son while he under-go's this life saving surgery. It's a weird mix of life and death.
SO, no OOTD for me this week. Instead I want to share with you my a few of my Nana's OOTD's, for she LOVED fashion.
Let me also tell you a little about her.
My nana Marie was born a poor Jewish immigrant who with her family, escaped Russia in the time of the Pogroms. Her family moved to the very non-Jewish midwest and had a little trouble assimilating into their very Christian community. My nana, ran away to Las Vegas when she was a late teen and became a dancer... though I will never know what KIND of dancer. She married a very older man and her best friend Nicky married an older man too. They eventually ditched the old guys and my nana met my papa, a handsome Brazilian Jewish immigrant. They were married in a blink of the eye and they moved to California, where my nana's family had eventually moved. While my papa was in the army fighting in Europe against the Nazi's, my nana worked in factories and drove a dump truck.
She was a feminist, an animal rights activist, a philanthropist. She was tough and sometimes a little manic. She was passionate, eccentric, kooky, interesting and loving and I was very close to her. I was her only grand-daughter, the oldest grandchild and she often called me her "first love. "
I am going to miss her. She lived 91 years.