I’ve been trying to find the words to express how I’m feeling since hearing the news. Deep down inside, I knew it was coming, but you can never truly prepare yourself for it.
My Nana was always there. I look back at my 39 years on this Earth, and I can’t recall a moment that she wasn’t there. While I can’t remember those very early years, from being born and being a young New Yorker, I have seen many a photograph with Nana holding me. The bond between a grandmother and granddaughter solidified right from the start.
Nana and Pop-Pop (who passed in 1995), moved down to Florida in 1980. My dad has audio tapes of our phone conversations from over a 1,200 miles apart. In those days, our talks consisted of toddler-things like baby dolls and Sesame Street.
Dad moved my brother and I down to Florida. The visits to Nana & Pop-Pop’s house became highlights of many a weekend during my childhood after that move. I recall going to church on Sunday mornings, then loading up the car for family time. There was no place like Nana’s house.
Nana always had all the good stuff, like cookies and ice cream. Not to mention summers spent in the pool at the house. So many memories of sticky hands and wet swimsuits.
When I got the opportunity to attend Daytona State College for photography, I moved in with Nana. The two of us enjoyed dinners together and watching Jeopardy on weekday evenings. Our bond as granddaughter and grandmother grew during that period of time.
As I got older, I still enjoyed going over to see Nana as much as I could when I wasn’t working. It still remained a visit I loved to make over to “Grandma’s house.” She never let you go hungry, and was always willing to make you a sandwich of some sort, always keeping her family’s stomachs full.
In the last year, with Nana’s health deteriorating, I knew time was ticking away. Deep down inside, I may not have wanted to admit to it, but Heaven was starting to call her home. Nana was ready, and she made that known.
On Saturday, March 10th, the Lord called my Nana home to Heaven. I can only imagine the wonder and beauty she encountered at the gates. Her pain and discomfort were gone. Before her, were my Pop-Pop, Aunt Carol, Aunt Mary and all those family members and friends who went before were waiting. How wonderful that moment must have been for her!
Knowing that has kept me filled with a peaceful feeling inside. Yes, I am sad that I will no longer be able to hug my Nana, or smell the sweetness of her perfume. But I know she is there, above me in the Heavens. She is happy again, and has a smile on her face. One day we will meet again… I just know she will be waiting for me inside those pearly white gates in Heaven.