Last night, as I pulled into my parking space in front of my apartment, my dad called to tell me that my wonderful grandmother–my Nana, his mother–passed away just a few minutes before. (That’s her in the photo above, looking directly at the camera in the bottom row, third from the right. Wasn’t she beautiful?)
I have so much more to write about my grandmother and what she meant to me and my family, but for now I’ll just say that I’m really glad she had such a long and happy life (she was 92 and would have been 93 in January), and I’m so grateful to have had her with me for 30 years.
I’ll miss her every day.