More Nana

My cousin, Whitney, over at Tales of a Domestic Diva wrote a beautiful post of some of her memories of Nana. Because us cousins grew up in the same town doing most everything together we have many of the same memories.

I would like to share a personal memory here on my blog, but please check out Whitney's post. It's great.

During the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year in college I found out I was pregnant. I was about to turn 19.

I grew up in a christian home, as did my parents. So my disobedience was very disappointing. Some responded with grace and others did eventually. However, my Nana's response is the one I remember the most.

I had driven the 2 1/2 hrs to her house for the weekend. The night I arrived I was sitting in bed in the blue room (family will understand) and Nana was sitting on the bed with me. My words to Nana were, "Nana, there is something I have to tell you. I'm gonna have a baby." Her first response was to rush to the bathroom, lean against the counter and repeat "Oh, Dear Lord." over and over. But then, after a few seconds, she returned to the bedroom, made sure it was RC's baby too, then took my hands and prayed with me. She hugged me and kissed me and told me she loved me and RC and our baby.

The next morning while Papa and I ate our eggs, bacon, and toast, Nana told Papa that I was gonna have a baby. She didn't hide it, nor was there any shame in her voice. Papa just said, "Really?" and then went on eating.

Nana holds a very special place in my heart because I held a very special place in hers. The amazing thing about Nana is that every single one of us blessed to be part of her family and friends can say that. Each one of us held a very special place in her heart and a had our own special relationship with her.

Nana loved like few others.

Bridget

They Are Blooming!!!

We have our first two sunflowers!!!

This is the big one.

And this is the little one.

So beautiful.

I talked hubs into standing in front of the flowers for me so you could see how ridiculously tall they are. Taller than our fence.

Because of the way the flowers are situated it looks like they are looking at RC. So he decided to look back.

My man. Hot stuff. My sunflowers. Being eaten by something.

Love,

Bridget

Nana

Today, my Nana should be turning 78.

But one week ago today she passed away.

In a hospital room surrounded by loved ones.

Because her sweet, little body was not strong enough to fight the infection that crept in through a wound that wouldn't heal.

It was too soon.

And it still doesn't feel real.

And I'm still not sure I've caught my breath.

Bridget