What really gets me is how Nana found a way to welcome her granddaughter into her home all the way from Heaven. Apparently she bought this big basket for me a couple years ago when I planned to come down for a visit. A nervous breakdown a day or so before my scheduled flight prevented that visit from ever happening. I remember feeling so upset having my mom call her parents to tell them I wouldn’t be coming, especially since it had been all Nana could talk about since I first told her I was coming down. Even last fall as she got ready to leave Ohio and head back to Florida, she hinted how much she’d love me to come down again. I’m sure she was saving this gift for my next visit, and I honestly never thought my next visit would be to a home missing her presence. I feel guilty I never made it down until now, but she knew I was busy with school and was proud of how I prioritized. So on this all too quiet night, I like to think she’s up in Heaven, smiling down at me and whispering, “I hope have a wonderful stay, hon. You make youself right at home! And in the morning, paint with me, okay sweetie? I’ve been painting these gorgeous flowers for almost two months now… I have a whole garden here. It’s perfect. Just wait till you see.”
I miss her so badly.
