IN MEMORIAM
Nana and Julia Elizabeth in 2011.
The narrative of this wonderful life was like fabric for my grandmother.
It’s been too many days since I’ve come here to write, and my dear friends, I hope you’ll forgive me. Last week we lost our dear Nana, my paternal darling grandmother. I’ve written about her before, including last September, when it seemed that death was reaching out for her.
But this is–or was–Nana, after all, the woman whose strength and perseverance were never easily measured in days.
My family has asked me to write her obituary, and truth be told, I’m a little overwhelmed at the task, not because I’m no good with words or I worry mine won’t be good enough. Rather, Nana is (was, I must keep reminding myself) a figure whose personality far exceeded the diminutive frame she eased into in her older age. Though she was tender and warm as my grandmother, there was an undeniable fire within her.
The stories I can tell….