A little over a week ago, my dear Nana passed away. She was almost 95 years old and although we knew it was coming, it still didn’t make it any easier to hear the news that day. I wrote about her and my grandfather in a blog post when we celebrated their 73rd wedding anniversary this past spring, so I thought it fitting to make a small dedication to her here.
Since Nana’s passing, I have been flooded with memories of times spent together, recalling her mannerisms, her fashion sense, and her unconditional love for me, that only a grandmother can give.
We shared a love of dance. Her, starting as a child performer and later in life twirling with Grandpa, while I ended up studying dance in college, evolving into dancing with a company. This was a gift I always said came from her. It was no coincidence that four days after she died I found a book at a thrift store titled “NANA”, with the image of a dancer embossed on the front cover.
Nana had a passion for sparkles. The more bling, the better. Anything and everything. Always. A Facebook friend wrote after hearing the news of her passing, “Heaven just got a little more stylish.” So very true.
This weekend we will celebrate her life, and I was asked to make cookies for the memorial service. I struggled with what to create, but nothing seemed good enough. In the end I went with techniques and designs already out there in the cookie world, since my heart has been heavy and my mind not motivated. Thank you, SweetAmbs, for producing excellent tutorials in a decorating style that my Grandmother would have been delighted by.
I will miss you, Nana, and will forever love you. As hard as the sidewalk.