I was little when my Nana passed, but some memories are etched so deeply in my heart that time could never take them away. Every time I visited, we would make Rice Krispie treats together. I can still remember the way the buttery marshmallows stuck to my fingers and the sound of her laughter as we shaped them just right.
She always spoke about her faith in God, not in a way that felt forced, but in a way that made you feel safe—like no matter what, everything would be okay. We would play dominos for what felt like hours, and she had this special way of keeping us busy, making sure every moment spent together was full of love.
She was one of the sweetest, kindest souls I’ve ever known. She had a love for fine china, each delicate piece a reflection of her grace. After she passed, my dad gave me one of her teacups. When I hold it, I feel a connection to her, as if a little piece of her still lingers with me.
I miss her, but I know this isn’t goodbye forever. One day, I will see her again.
Who was your favorite person growing up?
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