It was with a heavy heart that I plugged in our Christmas tree this year. I am certain that the lights are not nearly as bright as they were last year. Something is missing from the usual festivities. It is the first Christmas without my husband’s grandmother. Grandma Schweska shone especially bright this time of year. No LED made could ever compare!
She had worked at the church across the street from her home for more years than anyone could count. She even stayed in the same home as the neighborhood around her crumbled. Even after she retired, she didn’t miss a single mass until she had trouble getting around by herself. She was well known for her grand parties and it was always an elegant affair! She always kept little extra presents tucked away, just in case someone showed up at Christmas and she did not have a gift for them. She did her best to make everyone feel welcome and provide somewhere for people to congregate.
The only thing better than her Christmas Party was her St. Patty’s Day Jubilee. She was always so tickled when the mayor would stop by on these occasions to say hello to his shirt-tail relations and tip back a pint or two. It was sworn by all 11 of her children that she not only knew everyone in Springfield, but somehow knew their full family history as well. No one was sure how she did it, but it was true. Everyone knew her as well, and everyone loved her. Her funeral proved that, with the massive outpouring of love and support from so many in the community. We miss you Grandma!