My Nana Jean passed on March 28th while Walter and I were in Canada. I like to think that she was the one who gave me these beautiful beams of light. Her smile lit up the room and especially so when Walter brought her asparagus rolls. When we would visit, she would grab me by my face and tell me how she missed seeing it. Dear Nana, the sands of time may run and fade away, but the memory of you never will.
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