Here is the story of my journey to Florida almost two months after my beloved Nana's death. The purpose of the trip was to spend some time with Poppop and help him sort through Nana's stuff. The findings, memories, atmosphere... it's all so intense. It feels like she should still be right here. But she's not.
And so, we are still honoring her and loving her legacy, the gifts she left us, the love she spent years pouring out to us. Nana sure knew how to save a life.
11:15pm… Too tired to finish packing… Guess I’ll get up at 5am instead of 5:30. Ugh.
Can I finish packing in only 30 minutes? Unlikely.
But do I really think we need to leave for the airport an hour before our flight? No.
On second thought…
Nah, sleep still wins.
