Remembering a Namesake

Grandma Jo died two years ago today. The Irishman and I are often reminded of her...it can be the littlest thing. (Like the fact that her ashes are in our living room...) She loved sports...and Brett Favre and Tiger Woods were two of her favorites. I would LOVE to know what she would think of them now!

My uncle used to call her "Chicken Bones." He was the only one allowed to call her that. (She would fuss...but secretly she loved it!) When Caitlin was born, the Irishman said that new babies flop around a bit like a chicken. We decided she was Baby Chicken Bones.

My grandmother had a thing with nicknames. She always called me "Jenny Lea." My mom was always "Laura Jean." The cat before Moses was "Bobby Jo." (A cat only my grandmother could love whose ashes are also in my living room...the things you do for those you love!) Thinking of a "Grandma Jo nickname" was one of the things we thought of when we decided on Caitlin Jo.

I wish Baby Chicken Bones Caitlin Josephine could have met Chicken Bones her great-grandmother. I know they'd have gotten along very well!