Beautiful Lady

I don't really like all of the cliche phrases that everyone always says when someone you love passes away.  Like "You don't know how much you love someone until they are gone." or "She's in a better place."  But I guess they became cliche because of the large amount of truth that they hold.

The thought that Nana is in heaven right now was what immediately brought me comfort after my mom told me the news over Skype.  However it wasn't until I was talking to Libby and she told me that Nana is not only with Jesus right now, but she's also with granddaddy again that I was able to smile about it.  (Thanks Lib!) 

It's been a rough few days being away from my family during this time, but I can't tell you all how much I appreciate all of the messages and emails saying that you are praying for me.  I honestly don't know how people without the Joy of the Lord can handle circumstances like this.  Especially being so far away from everyone that I love.  However, I know the Lord is teaching me to rely solely on him Him during this time.

Nana was such a beautiful lady.  Looking back and remembering how much she was a part of my life has been such a blessing.  I am pretty sure that most grandkids aren't so lucky to live just a quarter of a mile down the road from their grandparents and get to spend so much time with them.  However, growing up on "Pittman Road" allowed me to experience true family life to the fullest.  I remember staying with Nana and Granddaddy as a little girl every time my brothers had a basketball game because I "hated" basketball (go figure).  I'd take Mary Poppins and maybe some coloring books and would sit with Nana all evening. 

One of the best memories, and I'm sure you all remember as well, was our weekly Sunday afternoon lunches with Nana.  Not only did we have lunch every week, but Nana made sure that we had a GOOD lunch every week.  And without fail, because I loved them so much, Nana would always make mashed potatoes.  She would always tell me that she made them just for me!

Nana also always got all of her grandchildren candy and cards every holiday.  When I was younger, I loved Peppermint Patties! However, as I got older my love for them became less and less, I mean, I never disliked them, but they wouldn't have been my choice candy.  Nana never knew this, and even up until I left for Honduras, she would always get me Peppermint Patties as my special treat.  I still smile just thinking about it, and even though it wasn't my favorite, I loved that she thought it was and that is what made it so special.

 Nana was probably the most giving lady that I knew.  She continuously was the one who was cooking or cleaning and making sure that everyone else was comfortable.  I remember thinking, when I was younger, "I wish she would just sit down and enjoy this time with us instead of staying so busy." However, now I realize that that was her love language.  She showed us all love by serving us.  And what a servant she was.  I am so thankful to have had such an example to follow.

There are so many more memories I have shared with Nana, and so many of the events in my life include her.  Although I wasn't there when she passed away, I know that she still asked about me daily.  When I was home, she loved knowing about my life.  Where I was going (Honduras), who I was dating (Jeremy, who she liked), how my job was going (she always thought I stayed at the Schorsch's house way to late), and anything else that I did.  I wish I could have been there to tell her all about my many stories of teaching, and traveling in Honduras.  Still, I'm so thankful for the time I did have with her this summer, and throughout my entire life.

I love you, Nana.