I spend a lot of time reading, and have read a lot of great books.
But the book that means the most to me is this one.
The story of my Nanny’s life.
Nanny started writing the story of her life for me when I was four years old. I remember sitting on her lap in her orange chair before bed on the nights I would spend at her house, and she would read me what she had written. Nanny worked on the book off and on through the years and finished it up my senior year of high school. The book was part of my high school graduation gift from Nanny and WaWa.
I have always loved having the story of my Nanny’s life, but in the past week, the book has taken on even more meaning for me.
My Nanny passed away last week.
I have always been very close to my grandparents. I spent many nights at Nanny and WaWa’s house as I was growing up. I picked eggs from the chicken coop, played with baby chicks, watched pigs and calves being butchered, rode around on the four wheeler checking cows, helped in the garden, and picked dewberries down by the creek.
My favorite thing to do was being with Nanny in the kitchen though. We made homemade noodles and canned pickles, jellies, jams, and salsa.
And the sweets. I’m pretty sure that Nanny and I made a cake almost every time I was at her house. And every single time Nanny was scraping the batter into the pan, I would remind her to save me some licks! I’m sure that she’s already been doing some baking in Heaven, and she’ll have some licks saved up for me when I get there!
Nanny left behind many of people who will miss her – sons, daughters, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, a brother, and many other family members and friends.
But the one who will miss her the most is my WaWa.
Nanny and WaWa were married 55 years, and stood by each other through thick and thin.
The kids and I were able to make it in the day before Nanny passed, and seeing WaWa’s devotion to Nanny is something many couples never know.
Nanny will be missed by many, but her story will live on. I will read her story to my kids and I hope that one day they will read it to their kids.
Nanny will forever live in our hearts.