Nana, do you remember . . .
the first time you met my parents after Joe and I were engaged, and we all played Trivial Pursuit together?
how you would be the Jujube Fairy when any of the grandkids visited, sneaking into their rooms at night and leaving a pile of Jujubes on the nightstand?
when you gave me your sewing maching and, as a result, I learned to sew curtains and Halloween costumes?
when you took me for a drive in your convertible and you were wearing that cute, floppy beach hat?
the matching flannel nightshirts you made for Joe and me that we absolutely loved?
when, before the baptism of every grandchild, you would spend an hour ironing all three layers of the baptismal gown that has been in the family since 1925?
how you and Papa took us all blueberry picking and you were so short that we kept losing you in the blueberry patch?
when you gave Nicholas and Jonathan $15 each and then took them to the One Dollar Store and let them shop . . . and no parents allowed?
all the times you, Lisa and I would have lunch at Nordstrom's Cafe and then go shopping?
and do you remember how when the boys were babies and kept saying nana, we teased you and said they already knew your name when, in fact, they were really saying banana?
Well, we remember these things and more. We always will.
We love you and we already miss you.