Dear Nana,

I remember walking into your house. The mints on the coffee table, the fresh eggs, and fruit for breakfast, the spotless dining room. Those were all great things, but it was the woman behind them that made this home what it was. That was you, Nana... someone who filled the room with laughter and joy. Someone who cared for others so well. Someone who fought hard even when health issues faced her. Someone who could outplay anyone in Bridge or out-shop anyone at the mall. Someone who was so social she got the nickname, "The Social Secretary".

Nana, I spent hours asking people about you and gaining precious stories about you.

And quite frankly, I am so sad that I did not get to spend as much time with you as I would have loved. I remember hearing one person talk about your knack for always making your home feel like everyone else's. She said she was walking around the neighborhood and you ran out and talked to her and invited her in for a glass of wine. You always found ways to love others and invite them into your life.

Nana, if only I could tell you one more time that I love you or could gain wisdom from you. If only I could ask for fashion advice or could learn Bridge from you.

Nana, I love you. You were a gift to the world. Even though we did not get as much time as I wish we could have, I promise I will try and keep Papa social. I will try to keep the fresh fruit on the table at your house. I will try and make your (secret) cinnamon bread recipe. I will NEVER stop loving you and having a special part of my heart with you in it.

XOXO, LG