Memories of Nana
It was a normal morning in April of 2008, when I received a call that would change my life and leave me with an emptiness that cannot be filled. Nothing could have prepared me for the news my aunt was about to give me. From the tone of her voice I knew what she had to say was not going to be good, through her sobs she informed me that my Nana had passed away earlier that morning. The moment my aunt said "Nana went home to be with her Heavenly Father",I felt a piece of me die too. It had been a long hard year for my family, facing that fact that my grandmother was terminally ill. Her death was no surprise, however, it broke my heart. The death of my grandmother, taught me love is the currency of life, love is what matters and what is remembered.
The day of her passing, I remember feeling so much pain in my heart, I lay in my bed and cried the excruciating pain in my chest and the pounding in my head left me in a daze, I will never know how long I laid there. The world went on but mine stopped. I was hoping it was all a dream, but the reality was I knew her time was limited for the cancer had robbed her of a long promising life. In the days that led up to her passing, I spent as much time with her as I could I would go and visit her and stay with her just to hear her stories and endure as much time as I could with her. The bond we shared showed, her love for me like one of her own daughter was always visible. Despite the fact that she was on her death she still put a smile on her face for me. The woman I am today is because of her. She always made me feel loved and appreciated. Because of her my own daughters will have to same love I was given, it was her example that has taught me how to be a loving m...
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...h and want her to suffer in pain any longer. I know she is in the Lord’s arms and is pain free so I am at peace with that. I have heard that hardships are opportunities for growth, unimaginable losses are openings for the soul to receive healing and love from new sources. You never know how strong you are until you endure the unendurable. While it may be impossible to understand losses, I believe all people come into our lives for a reason, they are setting a path for us. Therefore, I choose to notice the blessing I have received from my grandmother and I am grateful for the experiences and the wisdom she left in the depth of my being. It is love that connects us to one another and to the world around us, in life and beyond.
In conclusion, although someone I love passed, I continue to learn from her and will always continue to for the rest of my life.
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