Grandpa passed away over twenty years now, but my memories of the times we spent together will never fade. He was kind, gentle and loving, and we shared so many happy memories in our short time together. Our favorite pastimes included playing doctor, where I'd bring him my dolls and he'd fix their boo-boos by wrapping them in paper towels and giving them a kiss, sledding on snowy weekends in Van Suan park and fishing together during family vacations in Vermont. I love and adore Grandpa as much as if he were here today, and in many ways I know he is. I just wish it was in person.

Grandpa Donaghy always had a sparkle in his eye and a joke up his sleeve. He was mischievous and playful, and really, what more can a girl ask for in her Grandpa? Though he passed away when I was only 6, I feel like I know him so well from hearing family memories and looking at the photo albums my Granmari so perfectly organized. I wish he, too, could be here for our wedding day, but I know he's watching from above. And I know that when we dance at the wedding, he and GranMari will be waltzing along in Heaven.

I never questioned why I called her GranMari, I just always did. Now I know it was her name, Marion, but as a child it seemed a fancy way to say grandma. Which was very fitting; GranMari was the most elegant of women. We shared a love for many things--for fashion (she designed blouses worn by Grace Kelly!), for the arts (though she was a far more talented painter than I) and for writing (no one can compare to the beautiful prose and unbelievable penmanship that came naturally to her.) GranMari passed away in 2005, and still, I find myself awaiting the cards she often sent, always signed with a hand drawn red heart. It hurts each time I remember that those cards will never come again. But GranMari was a woman of great faith, and that gives me faith that she's watching from above, just waiting for that Heavenly dance with "her Jack", my dear grandpa. I love you both so much.

My father met Gaye when I was only two weeks old. She was a patient of his who happened to be looking for a position as a caregiver. My parents happened to be in need of a nanny for a new baby girl. No one could have known then that Gaye would become not only my nanny, but a third grandmother to myself and my brothers and a true part of our family. Gaye-Gaye, as I called her when I was little, was with me every day, all day. My memories with her are so special, and make me so incredibly emotional, that it's best I don't go too into them here. Since that fateful day in 1980, she did so much to make me the person I am today and more than anything, I wish she was here to see me marry Jeremy. All Gaye wanted for me was that I find my prince. I hope she is watching and can see that I finally did. I love you Gaye-Gaye, and I miss you every day.