Today would have been my grandmother's 99th birthday. Also this year, I am the age she was when I was born.
Being her first grandchild, I was the lucky one to receive all of her attention and love. She lavished me with songs, stories, play and delicious foods. Even as other grandchildren arrived, my Baba and I continued to share a very special relationship.
The happiest memories of my childhood were with my Baba. Playing at the park, running barefoot at her farm and her patiently repeating my favourite story, as we walked to our next shopping destination in Roncesvalles, Toronto.
She fascinated me with stories about her childhood and her grandparents. My young mind just couldn't imagine my Baba as a child with her own baba. I also remember telling her how she would never grow old. Old people were boring and she was so much fun!
My Baba has been gone for 16 years. The greatest gifts she left me are forever treasured in my heart. One day, if I am lucky enough, I too will be a loved grandmother and my Baba's legacy will continue.