“It should feel good to make meatballs.”

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my grandmother’s death. To honor this, I’m reposting what I wrote about her passing last year. I’m grateful for the fact that this is the most popular piece I’ve written for this site. 

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The thing about living a quarter of the world away from home is that every time I say goodbye to someone I love in the States, I have to remind myself that there’s a chance that this is the last time. It’s one of those emotional realities you have to subscribe to when you live like this.

My grandmother’s health has been deteriorating rapidly over the last few months, and my family has reached the point where a lot of difficult decisions have to be made. I’m getting the information in matter-of-fact pieces, which means – for better or for worse – I’m not living with the weight of what’s going on every minute of the day like my family is.

Last Friday my wife said that I should call my grandmother, and I confess I had been dragging my feet. I did so for a couple of reasons, the first being it was easier to deal with this situation because it was over there and talking to her on the phone would bring it here, and the second was because I knew that this phone call would be the last time I would talk with her. And believing you’re talking to someone for the last time is a hell of a lot different than knowing you’re talking to someone for the last time.

She was living in a nursing home which apparently had a wireless phone out for the patients to share, so getting a hold of her was a small comedy of errors. And when she finally had the receiver and weakly said hello, I started with, “You’re a hard woman to get a hold of.”

She recognized my voice, as she always did when we talked by phone. “I’m not doing so good, honey,” she said, “I wish you weren’t so far away.”

“Me too, grandma,” I said.

The helplessness of the moment had me feeling like I was a child again, back in the days when she’d take me to the toy store on my birthday and say, “You can have anything you want.”

Because she was weak and because talking was clearly a struggle for her, I let her choose the pace of the conversation. She mentioned, of all things, Drunk Hulk, and my writing, and how proud she was. “I know big things are about to happen to you, Christian,” she said, “I’m sorry I won’t be there to congratulate you. But I’ll always be watching.” By this point it was clear the conversation was coming to an end. “I love you, Christian. I got to go now.”

I told her that I loved her too and part of me wanted to apologize, though I didn’t know for what. For not calling more? For being too far away? I hung up. I had been lying on the bed and Dudikoff, one of our Shih Tzus, was sitting on my stomach, spread out on his back like he had just discovered paradise. The phone and the comforter were wet from my tears. I didn’t know how long I had been crying and I hoped that I didn’t let it show when I was talking to her.

My father called just a few hours ago to let me know that she had passed away this afternoon in her sleep. It was peaceful and she was surrounded by those who loved her, which is what we all hope for in the end.

But I don’t want to focus on that. It’s our responsibility now to let people know who she was, and it’s not fair to others when you start at the end of the story like I just did.

So let’s start over.

She was an amazing grandmother. She was probably the best cook I’ve ever known and could make food that could bring you to orgasm (she’d be hitting me now if she read that). She made an extra container of meatballs for me once years ago and my cousin Taren still resents me for that. In fact, it’s impossible to reflect on her without thinking about the smell of garlic or the taste of chocolate frosting or the bubbling sound of a pot of spaghetti sauce. She was a first generation Italian-American, which meant that feeding you was a direct expression of her love. Her work wasn’t done until you were stuffed, and even then, there was more food on the way.

(I’m looking at her handwritten recipe for meatballs and her inserted comments are fantastic – “It should feel good to make meatballs” and “This way you don’t have to fry them. But they sure do taste good if they are fried.”)

My grandmother was a devout Catholic who cried when she saw others in pain, and yet she loved watching the bloodiest, most violent action movies out there. She’d always cheer for the good guy, especially when he’s delivering swift, painful justice with his fists.

There’s more, always more. There’s a big story involving her chair, which I’m saving for later. But for now, what’s important is that my grandmother was here. She fed us, loved us and always believed in us, and wanted nothing more than for us to be happy.

It should feel good to write about those you love (and it does). It should feel good to consider an extraordinary life lived (and it does).

It should feel good to make meat balls.

Good night, Grandma.

Written by

Christian A. Dumais is an American writer, humorist and public speaker living in Wrocław, Poland. He has published fiction, journalism, and academic articles in several magazines and journals such as GUD, Shock Totem and Ha!Art. His first collection of short stories, Empty Rooms Lonely Countries, was published in 2009. He also created, edited, and contributed to Cover Stories, a euphictional anthology of 100 stories inspired by songs, which was published in 2010. His most recent book is SMASHED: The Life and Tweets of Drunk Hulk.


  • PuffChrissy

    [New Post] "It should feel good to make meatballs." - via #twitoaster http://puffchrissy.com/headline/it-s...

  • PuffChrissy

    I wrote a short piece about my Grandma Rose, who passed away a few hours ago. She'll be missed. http://puffchrissy.com/headline/it-s...

  • Derek Handley

    My condolences. I have very fond memories of that weekend staying with your folks and meeting your Grandmother. She was a very special woman and I'm glad I had the chance to get to know her. Again, heartfelt condolences to you, to your family.

  • nfpendleton

    @PuffChrissy Sorry to hear about your loss. My grandmother's name was Rose as well.

  • Bambi Blue

    Beautifully written. I'm sorry for the loss, she was an amazing woman, from the sound of it.

  • Phillip Opper

    Sorry for your family's loss. I know all too well the pain knowing you are speaking with a family member for the very last time. Your family is in our prayers.

  • Dawn Strouse

    Wow Chris... I really really enjoyed reading this. I feel sad that you had to lose someone that you love, everyday your heart aches at silly times/songs/events or anything at random that reminds you of the hole you feel when they are gone. Kind of like when you keep putting your tongue in the hole after losing a tooth... your mouth feels funny, you know its gone, but you keep going back to that same place where it used to be. That's what our loved ones do to our hearts when they finally get their wings and leave us : ) Love you! Take care of yourself and I look forward to reading more of your work...as always!

  • Erik Eustice

    I'm glad that you wrote this. Thanks. Erik

  • Sean

    A great lady I am glad to have known.

  • Cousin Paul

    Christian: That was great, she would be laughing out loud right now if she read that. That was well written. Grandma was always so proud of your accomplishments. You will always have that.

  • Dale

    Just read your sweet piece about Mom. Grandma Rose would have loved it. I completely understand being so far away from her. I could not get to her in time but I was able to speak with her last night and I am so grateful for that. Thank you Christian..love you.

  • NY2CA

    @PuffChrissy so sorry to hear. My condolences.

  • Joyce Grande

    Christian, Beautiful! My sincere condolences to you and your family. I work with your dad and always enjoyed hearing his stories about your grandmother. She was loved by all!! Joyce

  • john

    you put tears in my eyes, Chris.

  • PuffChrissy

    Thanks to everyone for your good wishes and for taking the time to read "It Should Feel Good to Make Meatballs": http://puffchrissy.com/headline/it-s...

  • Neil Boothman

    My condolences for your loss and what a wonderful tribute to what was (and still is where it matters most) a truly wonderful Babcia.

  • TomCAIV4

    RT @PuffChrissy: Thanks to everyone for your good wishes and for taking the time to read "It Should Feel Good to Make Meatballs": http:/ ...

  • Christian A. Dumais

    Thanks to all of you for your kind wishes and thoughts. It means a lot to me.

  • Theresa Valentino

    Christian - I was so sorry to hear of the loss of your grandmother and know she will be missed so much by your family! We are so fortunate to have your Dad share the life of this most special person with us, as she always brought a smile to our day, too! We know where your Dad inherited his cooking skills, also! I hope you will always keep her words "I love you, Christian," close to your heart and that they will bring you comfort, peace and continued inspiration in the days and weeks ahead! With my sincerest sympathy to the Dumais family, Theresa

  • Valerie

    Dear Christian - I know you probably don't know me, but I am your Dad's cousin, Valerie. My Mom, Charlotte, was the Polish connection in your family. My Dad was Henry, your grandfather's brother. I was just at the funeral home tonight to pay respects to my Aunt Rose and to see Uncle Norm and the family. We did what we always do - exchanged memories, remembered the good times,(asked Uncle Norm where he got THAT jacket in the picture), etc. Your grandmother was a wonderful, special lady and she is in so many of our family's "heart" memories, I can't begin to tell you how sad it is to lose her. But know this - she's free and she's no longer suffering. My sincerest condolences to you. P.S. - Your Aunt Cynthia tipped me off about the "It Should Feel Good to Make Meatballs" story. It is a PERFECT Aunt Rose memory - thank you so very much for sharing. Valerie

  • Ann Casolaro Minard

    I loved this so much. My Italian Nonna Flora just passed away a few weeks ago. I love that I have several of her recipes and I know that as I prepare them it will be like visiting with her. My prayers are with you.

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