Two years have gone by so extremely fast…
Tomorrow is the two-year anniversary of my sweet Nana going home to be with Jesus. It still feels like yesterday, driving home from college for the weekend and my first stop would always be at my Nana’s. Of course, she would be waiting on me. I would pour myself a glass of sweet tea and then we would sit together on her couch and she would ask me, “how’s your love life?”
Oh, how I miss that lady.
I have spent a lot of time this week thinking about my nana and what an amazing woman she was. She was a mother of four and a grandmother to fourteen grandkids. Somehow, she had this amazing ability to make each and everyone of us feel like we were her favorite. I know I did and I am sure my cousins can admit to this same feeling, at least at some point in time.
It is true, that time heals all pain, but one thing it can never do is erase the memories. I plan to carry her memories with me always and to continue her legacy of being a strong, generous, and loving person and most importantly, a committed prayer warrior.
