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Bloganuary Challenge – Day 21 – What Year Would I Time Travel To and Why?

Published January 21, 2022 by Maryanne
Me, age 15, and Grandma, in Hollywood, California, 1979

I would time travel to ANY year that my grandmother was still alive. So that would be from the day I was born, until January, 1995.

Since I was a toddler, she was my favorite person of all time. She was like a big fluffy marshmallow! Sweet and fun. When I was between the ages of 8 and 10, I loved staying over her house. We watched “The Sonny & Cher Comedy Hour” together, and I stayed up very late while she watched “The Johnny Carson Show.” Life with Grandma was always a blast. She had a genuine interest in anything I was interested in.

When I got older, she was the most supportive person when it came to my writing career. Prior to being a professional, I did poetry readings throughout New Jersey and NYC. By then, Grandma had diabetes and lost a leg. Nevertheless, there she was in her wheel chair, right in the front, cheering me on.

When someone wrote about my poetic performance in The Star Ledger, my Grandma said to my mother, “She’s making it.” When you have someone who believes in you that much, you can’t possibly fail in life.

The day my grandmother died, January 1995 (I don’t remember if it was the 27th or 28th, as those final days were a blur), it was the saddest day of my life. Nothing could ever be that bad again. I walked around in a daze for two weeks, but I kept walking because my grandmother was about LIFE.

Even in her final months, sick as she was, she went everywhere in her wheel chair — to gamble in Atlantic City and to see Elvis impersonators (she loved Elvis). She even went on rollercoasters! The ride attendants allowed her to ride several times in a row since she was a cute old lady.

The best way I can describe Grandma, is to say she was a Betty White type. She was cute and bubbly, but also threw in some funny or even crass zingers. She’s the only person I ever met who could say something brutally honest to someone and they wouldn’t get mad because her deliverance was filled with love.

For example, she once told me, “I enjoyed you more when you were a kid.” I thought that was hilarious because it was true. I was glued to her side as a kid and she loved that. Then I got older and developed other interests–friends, boyfriends, life. But she always remained in my heart as my favorite person.

To this day, I miss her so much. Oh, how I wish I could time travel to see her again, if even for a day!

I love you Grandma! xoxo

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta can be reached at:

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“Be (Extra)Ordinary: 10 Ways to Become Your Own Hero” is available on Amazon. To get your paperback or Kindle version, visit:Be (Extra)Ordinary

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Missing Grandma As I Mourn the Death of Bowie

Published January 16, 2016 by Maryanne

SAM_5579Me with Grandma, 1994

Monday started off with the biggest dark cloud ever when we learned of the death of David Bowie. Something so traumatic always brings me back to the most important person I ever lost — my grandmother. She would have understood the pain of the loss, that all of us are feeling. Yes, ALL of us.
That’s why grandmothers are much more special than grandfathers will ever be. It’s just that old, yin energy that makes an old or old(er) woman so incredibly special.  Grandmothers know how to comfort. She was there for me when Freddie Mercury died. She was a good listener. A skill so many lack.
She listened to me. And she would have listened to YOU too! So many of my friends always remind me of sharing a late night cup of coffee with Grandma.
We were so blessed not only to be living during a time when David Bowie could be our muse, but more so that the world knew greatness and made him famous so everyone (those with good taste) could learn of his art.
My grandmother wasn’t famous, but that funeral home was jam-packed when she died. And I am so lucky I was one of God’s chosen people to be blood-related to her. The night before David Bowie died, Grandma came to me in a dream and said, “Hold me.” I was freaking out wondering what that dream meant, until I realized she wanted to comfort me over the loss of David Bowie.
❤ Missing you more than ever, Grandma. And thank you! ❤