Isn't it wierd how a loved one getting sick causes us to reminisce? My Nanna just found out she's been having small strokes and as I pray for her to stay healthy I can't help but run through the memories of our times together. We've traveled together (for 2&1/2 months), gone shopping together, cleaned together, shared together, dieted together, cried together, laughed together (lots!), scemed together and much more.
As I enjoyed these memories I was struck with the realization that I think I am her only grandchild. Why is this strange? Well, she has 10+ grandchildren and even more great-grandchildren. And I'm not one of them. Nope. I stole her. Well, "adopted" her is more like it. Her family has been friends with my family for about 15 years and when she moved here to be with them she instantly became "Nanna". And somewhere along the way she became MY Nanna. I don't know when or how it happened, but it did. And I like it.
Now, to clarify, I know she has other grandchildren. And they're biological (blah, blah, whatever). But when I think about Nanna and all our times together, I am her ONLY grandchild. Somehow she has made me feel so set apart and idividual that I've forgotten everyone else. I'm sure that there are others who feel the same about her. To them I say, "No! She's MY Nanna!"
1 comment:
No! She's My Nanna! :)
But I love that you love her, and that she loves you. Ok I guess I can share. Her heart is big enough! :)
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