How to Save a Life

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.

Apr 02
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It feels like she should be on the other side of this chair. Like I should be kissing her goodbye right about now. “Bye darlin’,” she’d tell me. “Bye Nana, I love you,” I’d say as we’d draw each other close. “Oh, I love you so much,” she’d reply, “I’ll miss you so.”
 Tears would fill our eyes as we’d contemplate the wonderful time we’d had, the miles that will soon separate us, and how much we need to be together.
I miss her, and I miss those temporary goodbyes. I’m thankful for each goodbye that would end in a few months… Never did I dream our last October goodbye would be the last time we’d say goodbye together… forever.

It feels like she should be on the other side of this chair. Like I should be kissing her goodbye right about now. “Bye darlin’,” she’d tell me. “Bye Nana, I love you,” I’d say as we’d draw each other close. “Oh, I love you so much,” she’d reply, “I’ll miss you so.” Tears would fill our eyes as we’d contemplate the wonderful time we’d had, the miles that will soon separate us, and how much we need to be together. I miss her, and I miss those temporary goodbyes. I’m thankful for each goodbye that would end in a few months… Never did I dream our last October goodbye would be the last time we’d say goodbye together… forever.