“Jen, dear, you should try writing, it might be interesting.”Those were some of the last words my Nana ever wrote to me. Ironically years later, I began writing and it has blessed me ever since.
My Nana passed away February 29th 1992, a loss many have never recovered from. I especially was radically transformed by her death. She was the first person I knew who had died. I was going through a life-threatening situation myself and because of her passing, I became aware of my own mortality. I realized that I had to change my situation or I would die too. I truly believe my Nana gave me her strength when she went to heaven. In fact, I know without a doubt that she breathed life back into me with her last breath. I know this because I was at a desperately low point in my life and going down fast. When Nana died, I suddenly found the will to live and began to make changes that would allow me to heal. I had never been able to find such power until she was gone. I have felt my Nana’s spirit with me from that day forward. She is with me now and guides me daily….I can bet some of you have a “Nana” in your life too.