I remember the day I met my boyfriend’s grandmother, Viola. At the time, I was only fifteen years old and had never experienced having grandparents of my own since they lived in another country. Knowing my story, she immediately hugged me and told me to call her “Mama” like her other grandchildren did. Although I married into the family many years later, she didn’t wait until it was official. Throughout the years, she taught me so much about her heritage and provided me with an abundance of love and support. I so appreciated and loved having her as my grandmother.
Submitted by Jo A.