A Day In My Life

Two years ago tonight, my father’s mother died. She had been in poor health, and was in a nursing home to recover from having a pacemaker implanted. She had eaten her dinner, and was in her room, in her wheelchair when the nurse or attendant went in to help her prepare for bed. She passed peacefully, for that I am thankful. I called her “Nanny,” because she told me that, when she tried to get me to call her “granny,” I either couldn’t or wouldn’t. As I was her first grandchild, “Nanny” she was, ever after.