On Wednesday night, at 95 years of age, my Nana went home to heaven.
We knew this day was coming, I even prayed for months for the Lord to take her home quickly and peacefully. And He did. But I still had a hard time with the realization that she’s gone, and I already miss her.
I always felt safe with my Nana. I felt loved, I felt appreciated, and I felt happiness with her.
And I always loved being at her house.
Sure, she liked to speak her mind. But most of the time I needed to hear whatever was on her mind. Maybe not in the case of my ripped jeans, but I certainly needed to hear “strive for things that make for peace” over and over and over again.
I loved listening to her talk about her life. She had lived through a lot, and her stories were always interesting to hear.
I loved her spirit of hospitality. Many people had a meal around her dining room table.
I loved getting phone calls from her just to check in to see how I was doing.
I loved how, when she was able, she was always up for a trip to go somewhere.
Bust most of all, I loved how she loved the Lord and sought to communicate with Him daily through prayer and reading her Bible.
Nana, you were deeply loved and admired. I’m thankful we were able to have you for as many years as we did, and I look forward to the day when we see each other again. ❤️ Jilly girl
😭❤️😭❤️😭-such a sweet remembrance ❤️
Precious memories!
Beautiful! Love those pictures of you as a kid. She really was one of the best 💕