So my Nana passed away on the 24th of October, 2017.
I wrote this to be read at her memorial, which is today (November 18).
Nana was great to talk to. I didn’t realize just how great until after she moved to her apartment. We used to talk at least once a week, and at one point, when she was stuck at home due to flu going around, we talked almost every day.
I remember so many things about Nana.
One thing I remember is that we used to have eggo waffles at Nana’s house, and once in awhile she’d buy them for Jackie and I when she would come stay with our family.
There were also the “bulletin rules” that happened when Nana would take us with her to assemble the bulletins for her church. I remember that Michael, Jackie and I had rules (some of them were probably Nana’s, others were done by the three of us, and maybe Angela, I don’t remember if she was with us for that or not), called the bulletin rules, that we had to take care of to go swimming at Nana’s house afterwards.
I remember sleeping over at Nana’s house during school breaks, and having breakfasts with her, Jackie, Angela, and Michael.
Her house was always cool in the winter, and she’d grab her robe for me to use, as she always had layers on already.
I love Nana very much, and she is very missed.
I forgot to put in about the hot chocolate she kept around. She also kept a cabinet full of tea until her doctors told her she couldn’t have it around. My love of tea comes from her and my Dad, and my tea collection comes from how she had one for so long. She also kept sleepytime tea around for us to drink at night (if we wanted to).
She taught me to crochet, a skill I am still working on, and I’ve passed it on to my daughter.