I have been dreading writing this for days now. We lost Nana in the early morning hours of Friday, May 20. Every time I have to tell someone that she is gone, it becomes a little more real. So only now do I have the courage to write those words here. Nana loved all the people in her life well, especially me. That was quite an accomplishment for someone who grew up with almost no love at all. Her life is a reminder to me that there are no promises that life on this side of heaven will be easy. The only promise is that God will be with us, as He certainly was with her.
In one sense I am relieved because Nana isn't alone anymore. I only wish I could have glimpsed the celebration as she was reunited with Poppy, my mother, and little Dianne. But I have also been surprised by how hard this has been. Even though I had been expecting this for years now, I am still in a state of disbelief.
I hope that I get to share lots more Nana stories in the weeks and months ahead.