Over the Winter Break, my family went to see the Nasellas in Southern Cali. It was our last visit to see Grandpa Nasella. He was in the hospital for part of the time. It was Kearon's and grandpa's first meeting. Kearon is his first great-grandchild and by the sounds of it, grandpa was proud and boasted about Kearon to his nurses and all. I remember seeing Grandma Chatterton (my mom's mom) in this similar state almost 10 years ago. It brings thoughts of regret. Regrets or wishes that I had gotten to know them better. Wishes that I had inquired more about them, my ancestors and more. Although I didn't know them as well as I'd like, I feel much love for them. I know they love me and wanted the best for me, too.
Growing up, we were able to visit Cali at least once a year to see my dad's family. They are such a loving, welcoming, loud, and fun bunch. Definitely Italian blood is evident! We still try to visit every year or so, but I am so happy we got to go this last Christmas time. Seeing my grandpa one last time was needed. He was my last surviving grandparent. I am glad he got to meet his great-grandson.
At age 95, James (Vincenzo, prior to moving to America) Nasella passed away at home, in his sleep Saturday, March 14. You'll be missed!
While in Cali, we got to experience Six Flags with some cousins. Michael still hates roller coasters. Dave did his best to tough it out through his motion sickness for me. I love roller coasters!!!
Ocean Beach with the babe.
|Awesome lighted house in St. George made our night|