I loved my Grandmother. We were so close. When she died I felt lost. I was heartbroken. Friends suggested a journal. They told me to write about her…to keep her memory alive. So I did. This is what I wrote: Nana was fabulous. Nana was an inspiration. She loved her family. She was interesting mainly because she was so interested in other people! She loved birds, babies, brides, tacos, tulips, gardening and garage sales. She mispronounced words on purpose. Strangers were drawn to her. She was funny. She was an artist. She was an amazing cook. A fly did not stand a chance in her presence or her garage. Her name was Betty. Elizabeth actually. Her passion was family. She gave love. Her passion was life. She was a flower.
