Both of my grandmothers are gone, but lovingly remembered all the time. Now I am a grandmother, to two dear little boys. They call me Yiayia, a tribute to my late husband‘s Greek heritage, and to hear them call out to me is the sweetest sound in the world!
Both of my grandmothers are gone, but lovingly remembered all the time. Now I am a grandmother, to two dear little boys. They call me Yiayia, a tribute to my late husband‘s Greek heritage, and to hear them call out to me is the sweetest sound in the world!