Last night, just before bed, I went into the guest room and got Nana’s afghan. I tried to sleep but no luck. I was wide awake until 4 am or so. I alternated between almost irrationally wishing Nana into heaven, my memories, and passing time on the laptop. I had Nana’s afghan, the one she made for me when I was a little kid, wrapped around me. I could feel the weight and warmth of it. For the first time in many years, I noticed the blue tag sewn in one corner, “Made with love by Nana”.
I stumbled into work on 3 hours of sleep. Word came that day. Nana died at 3:02 am.
Mar 28th 2008Family