Eight Years

I love you Nana, and I miss you.

I wish you could be here, to see us all now. To meet the newest great grandkids, to smile, to laugh, to teach me how to be a better person, someone like you always were.

I try to remember as much as I can, so I can tell Q someday about you... some memories fade, but others are vivid.

Like the sleepovers at your house while Mom played bridge, and getting to sleep in your bed until she came home because I was too scared to go upstairs alone.

Or the BLT sandwiches you told me stood for bacon, lettuce and toast since I didn't like tomato.

Or walking to the playground at the school near your house, to run and jump on the bridge.

Or playing in your attic, your basement, discovering bits of your past.

Thank you for being a wonderful role model, for your daughters and granddaughters, and for loving us all unconditionally.

You are loved, and missed by many. But I know you live on in our hearts.