This is a photo of my Grandma Lila and Grandpa Levi on their wedding day, May 17, 1945. She passed away this week and gets to be with my Grandpa again. Ever since my Grandpa passed away in the late 80's, she would talk about him every day and their beautiful love story. It was a tale of true love at it's simplest and most beautiful form. I feel so lucky to have known her for all of these years and finally, her dream has come true, at long last, to be with the love of her life.
Around 1893, my great grandparents came to America from Lebanon and went on to have 10 children. My Grandma Lila was the youngest and last survivor of her family. My grandma had a twin sister named Lula and also within her immediate family were twin boys. Two sets of twins in one family! Needless to say, she will be and is greatly missed. Unless you know me, you would never know that I was Lebanese, I'm blonde with green eyes. But the Lebanese culture was and is a huge part of my life, especially the food. For me, Lebanese cooking is my ultimate comfort food and luckily, my mom has carried on so many of my grandma's amazing recipes.
And as many of you know, we named our daughter Lyla Belle, after my Grandma Lila. I'm so thankful that I get a special little reminder of my Grandma through my daughter every day.
That's it for now. Have a lovely weekend and be sure to give lots of hugs and kisses to your loved ones.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Posted by thoughtful day at 9:00 AM