A personal note
I went to visit my grandmother today. “Nanny” is in a nursing home and is bed ridden. Her birthday is this Wednesday. One day before my son turns 16, Nanny will be 93. About 88 of those years were great, 2 were good, 2 were ok and this last one has not been so good. We do not know how much she understands as she can no longer communicate. I pray for her comfort daily…
Nanny lost Pawpaw in 1983 and is likely very ready to go be with him. I love you Nanny and Pawpaw. I love the memories and time we had together. I miss you both.
