My Nanny, if she were still living, would be 108 today. I think of her often although she’ll soon be gone 10 years. She lived a full life, and a happy one I would like to think. She loved her grandchildren, my brother and I, but she was totally smitten with my son, Ben.
Nanny was the type of grandma that would make us pancakes or bacon and egg sandwiches no matter when we asked — and never complain. Church and family always came first. As I remembered her on her special day, while eating a bacon and egg sandwich for lunch (something she would often serve), I feel grateful that she was mine.
Happy birthday in heaven, Nanny. 1/27/11 – 8/26/09