Tuesday night, my Nan (grandmother) passed away. It was the last day of Spring and I know it was that day on purpose. Nan loved Spring: the flowers, Easter, the birds. I know she chose to leave this Earth just as the season ended because it makes sense. The last four years for her had been crummy and I am so glad for her that the suffering has ended.
I know she’s in Heaven already back on that telephone… With her cup of black coffee… Watching out the window for birds to admire (or squirrels to run off that are in her flowers). She’s with my Pap-Pap and she’s already fussing at him for something and he loves every minute of it. I know we are all in trouble because she’s watching everything we do and she’s closer than ever. :)
As summer begins, I’m full of happy memories of Nan. I was lucky enough to spend several weeks over the years in the summer with Nan and Pap-Pap. I remember making pickles with cucumbers from the garden and dill from the yard. Watching Days of our Lives. Playing with her costume jewelry. Using the old sewing machine. Walking to the post office. Learning about flowers. Zinnias, morning glories and Queen Anne’s Lace. I am thankful for also of these memories and so many more. Just as the seasons change, so do our lives and those in it. I miss her. I always will.
I love you, Nan… “6:30 times millions” xoxo