It has been a few days since my last post. I have been working a lot lately. After a sixteen hour shift blogging isn’t really on my mind.I have what could be considered a stressful job. I am pretty ok with it considering I come home to this.
My ladies. My house is full of love. This is something I am very proud of. There are a lot of factors that make up my wonderful life, and who I am. One the people who taught me all about a great life was my Nana (my Da’s mama).
My Nana is truly an amazing woman. She lived through a Great Depression, a World War, Raised four children and took in countless others. She is the type of person that would never turn away a person in need, and would do anything she could to ensure they had the help they needed. She has been there for countless people in their darkest hour and had what seemed like an infinite number of second chances to give them.
She never had a bad thing to say about anyone and always had positive thoughts about bad situations. (I like to think a lot of that has rubbed off on me.) All of my Da’s Siblings lived around Nana. So my cousins and my siblings grew up a few feet from the same love they had growing up. Her house was always a place we would congregate for breakfasts and holiday dinners. Her house is full of happy memories for me.
I never knew her husband, he passed away when I was one. However, she often spoke about him to me. Telling me how much I had in common with the man. She also taught me a lot of my beliefs about death and passing. She always told me to try not to mourn the persons death, but to try and celebrate their life. To remember all the good things they contributed to your life. Death is a natural thing, and something we will all face one day, she would tell me.
“Tis a poor thing to fear the inevitable”
My Nana appears to be on her way out. I will spare you the details, but she does not have that much longer with us. The fact just hit me today. I am about to take Rose by there and visit for a little bit.
I love her very much, and I will miss her. She will not be forgotten though. I will tell Rose the countless stories I have of my Nana and everything she taught me in her life.