This is a story about my Granny. She was a 93 year old woman named Maggie we called her Granny Poo. She was fun, loving, sweet, caring and lit up the room when she walked into it with her smile and hugs!

She had called me her "wee man" since I was a new born baby. She always wanted to hold and cuddle me. I always felt so happy in her arms. 

When I was 5, whenever she saw me and my sisters she'd always give me $20, but my sisters would get $40.

I still remember being 6 years old, I would walk up to her and immediately she would pull me in for a big squeeze and tell me "my boy I love you so much".

I made sure to give her the biggest hug whenever she didn't feel well. It was my way of making her feel better. Seeing her not feel good was hard for me but, a giant hug from her was exactly what we both needed to feel better. 

Every visit with her was taken with pictures and ended with a warm hug from my sisters and me. 

She loved keeping me close with her bright smile.

    When I was 2 I couldn't talk very well, but my Granny always knew what I was trying to say. She would tell the story about me dragging her up to my room and showing her around and pointing to things  in my own language. She would always say "I know what he was trying to say". When she told the story it was always with a big smile. 

We loved to take pictures in front of the Christmas tree.

This is my Granny Poo at Elena and Sal's wedding sitting there like a beautiful princess. She was so happy to be sitting there watching her granddaughter get married.