She works tirelessly to keep a tidy house, warm dinner on the table, a beautiful garden that is pruned and perfect.
She scrubs the floors and she irons her husband’s clothing.
She reads books late into the evening of love and of war and of a time so long ago that she desperately wants to remember…
She writes handwritten notes and cuts out little articles from the newspaper that interest her.
She volunteers at the church and takes meals to the house-bound and elderly.
She is on a daily regimen of medication to prevent cancer from rearing it’s ugly head, again.
She often asks and talks of the weather, something I used to chuckle about but have grown to admire and respect.
She plays old board games and enjoys the simplicities of life.
She prays for my family. Every. Single. Day.
She has encouraged me in every avenue I’ve taken, though the thought of the internet baffles her.
She is one of my best friends, an old soul.
She loves, and she gives of all she can.
She is from a different era, yet she isn’t.
Though life has thrown her some curve balls, threatened to take away her joy and her glow. Yet she perseveres on.
She inspires me to be a better mother, wife, friend, and confidant. She is my grandmother, and this year celebrates 17 years cancer free.
I love you Nan, xoxo.
by angie
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