The Story of Bigo
Once upon a time, my grandmother became a grandmother. At first, she was called “Grandma!” But one day….
At a family reunion, my eldest cousin was in her playpen and called out “Grandma! Grandma!” She, of course, had two grandmothers: one was tall and slim, the other (the grandmother we shared) was short and stout. Her tall and slim grandmother answered her, “What is it, dear?” to which she replied, “Oh, not you – I meant my big-ol’ grandma!”
Henceforth, our grandmother was known as “Bigo.”
In my family, Bigo is the person whom I am most similar to – strong-willed, sassy, and full of love. She was a gardening enthusiast, a good cook, and had a lovely singing voice. She always had advice (whether you asked for it or not), and it was usually pretty spot on. She got riled up on behalf of others, but she’d turn right back around and whack you with a flip flop if you turned out to be the one in the wrong. She was the mood-maker – she decided when a party was in full swing, and she decided when it was over and time for bed.
And, of course, she loved butterflies.
This business is for her. This business is for you. This business is for all of us.