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It's hard to believe that a year ago Grandma was with us to help celebrate Jay's First Communion.

A year later, on the same day, her presence was greatly missed. A candle was lit in her honor.

Lola was the first to remind us that Grandma did see her dress. "Remember when I twirled around for her, when we got it?" How fortunate it was that Grandma did see Lola in her First Communion dress after we found it marked down fourteen times at Nordstrom Rack back in July, but fell in love with the layers and simplicity and purchased it on impulse. (Note to self: impulse bargain shopping, Grandma's style, pays off.) Lola looked like an angel.

Since her passing we've tried to reach out to Grandma's side of the family. Luckily for us they were as giving as Grandma and dropped all their plans to roadtrip to Cleveland for the special occasion. The kiddos left off where they started last and reconnected immediately. Although distant cousins twice or three times removed, we decided that "cousins" and "aunt" and "uncle" were the most loving titles for our relationship.

With family relationships solidified we took it out on the field for an intense game of kickball. (Note to self: label Facebook photos because someone might mistaken a congratulatory post-game line as a folk dance.)

Our entire family from Chicago had plans to leave immediately following Lola's party but stuck around for an extra day to read all the love notes left in her photo booth album and reminisce about the past. And the future. "Feenie can totally borrow my dress for her First Communion so that Grandma knows what dress we both wore."

Deal.
Grandma loved a good deal but more importantly she loved family. I hope Lola's First Communion dress is passed down for generations to come in one fashion or another just like the baptismal gown Grandma gave us that was worn by her, her brother, my husband and all three of my children. Family and memories. Is there anything more important?
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