Saturday, November 15, 2025
My grandmother, "Mimi as her grandchildren affectionately called her, was a woman who loved. Mimi is a name that became synonymous with the loving spirit she had and thus the name extended beyond the grandchildren to those in her sphere. Mimi was a peacemaker by nature and was troubled when peace eluded any of us. I remember the times as kids we got to go to Mimi and Pop's house and stay a few nights. I remember being sad that we lived further away and didnt get to see them very often. But when we did we had the best time. There weren’t really toys, but we had MOC Corporation letterhead and note pads. We played office. We had the best time. And it was even better when our cousins would come to play. Her famous cry would always ring out to us rowdy kids, “Stay nice!”
Mimi and Pop's home was a hub, a place where the family would come and be together. She cooked all our favorites: pita, chicken divan, and I think someone liked the tuna casserole. So much nostalgia came from this quaint and very meticulously cleaned house that Mimi made a home.
I was with her the day before she fell ill. We had a lovely time together along with my wife and son. We shared a meal, we reminisced, we talked. Mimi wasn’t one for long, drawn-out speeches. Her words were few but poignant. She told me "I believe in forgiveness." It reminded me of the Bible text "Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called the children of God.” (Matthew 5:9) Mimi for sure was a child of God, and I want to be one too. May her legacy of peace live on in all of us. Let’s all stay nice till we meet her again.