Days became difficult as Nana neared the end of her life. But she still took pleasure in simple things like a walk, the sunshine, birds at the feeders outside her window, reading the paper. I often think of Nana when I see something I know she would have enjoyed, like a certain color or a piece of jewelry with a lapis gemstone. I hope there are parts of her in me that I can pass on to my children and grandchildren, with imperfection, with beauty, with class. Just like my Nana.
A Stinky House is a Happy House
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