I’d never taken the time to look at these old photos before, some dating back to the 1940’s. They’ve been right under my nose, stored in photo boxes in my home office. Finding these photos of my Nan in her youth made me feel more connected to her somehow. It made me wonder about her life before she was my Nan: her stories of love and heartbreak, her young adventures, her successes and defeats. I wish I’d asked her more about herself as a young lady, but I guess I just always assumed she was born a gray-haired grandmother and didn’t have a life before I came around ;)
I love you, Nan. You were the sunshine of my life; my rock in a world that was often unsteady and unpredictable. You taught me more than you’ll ever know, and helped shape me into the woman I am today. I’m glad that I inherited your style, and I hope the cooking genes start kicking in full-force soon (so does Chad).
I can’t imagine a life without you in it, and we all miss you already.