Nana, Aslan, & Gandalf...

My grandmother, whom we always knew as "Nana", passed away on July 31, 2016 at the age of 82. I could never begin to write a sufficient amount of words to describe Nana to anyone who will not have the blessing of knowing her in this life. Tonight I thought I'd just spend a few paragraphs unpacking her last words, which I think help to paint her portrait very adequately. Not long before my grandmother drew her final breaths, she awoke and told my mom to go get my sister Annie. Once they returned to Nana's bedside, she looked at Annie and said, "I love you, Annie... You're tough!" And that was it. It's this "toughness" that Nana so respected and that she herself exhibited that I'd like to cons

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