Tonight, I lost my grandmother, Nana.
She was breast cancer survivor.
She had lived through multiple heart attacks.
She loved chocolate. Reese’s cups too.
She was stubborn as a mule and witty as a jester.
She got me hooked on the phrase, “Shoot a monkey” since I was a child.
She taught me how to play a silly song on a keyboard with my knuckles.
She passed on her love of miniature things to me.
She undoubtedly, in part, shaped me to be the person I am today.
Her last days were difficult. But for her to be finally at peace is a painful relief.
Nana, we loved you very much. How much you will be missed can never be measured…
Please understand that all emails & phone calls will be returned by Friday, May 13, 2011.
2 comments
What a beautiful post. So sorry to hear.
oh, amy, i’m so sorry to hear it. she looks like a spitfire (the way any great nana should be) and i would have loved to share some peanut butter cups with her. love to your and your family – xoxo