I had so much to do to get ready and the day flew by quickly. I called my grandmother that night to tell her about the latest headline in the life of her Wendy and thank her for the stamps and card I had received that day from her. She always sent me stamps; it was her not so gentle reminder to write. Her name was Ella Pauline, "Polly" to the world but "Nanny" to me. Nanny was tired that night. She had been up and about all day with her girlfriends and was about to go to bed. My last words to her were, "I love you Nanny. I miss you. Hope to see you soon." We hung up after she said, "I love you too Baby".
I say those words, "I miss you, hope to see you soon" a lot but to her I meant them. She knew that.
Valentine's Day morning was that usual routine of going to class. The extra spring in my step went missing when I walked into the tee shirt store where I worked. The shop's owner had become a family friend and I could tell from his face something was terribly wrong.
"Wendy, I want you to come back here and call your dad," he calmly said. I dialed and Mr. Scott never left my side. He placed his hand on my shoulder when I screamed, "NNNOOOO!!!". My father tearfully told me Nanny had passed early that morning. Both of our hearts were breaking.
Today, our hearts are taped back together and still beating. There is a hole the size of Texas in them but they are beating.
This morning was a chilly one in Austin. I grabbed a jacket from the back of my closet that I have not worn in a while. On my way out, I buttoned up and slipped my hands into the pockets. Slowly, out of my left pocket, I pulled out a book of stamps. The tears have not stopped since.....
I miss you Nanny. Thank you for staying close. We could all really use a good hug right now.
Valentine's Day morning was that usual routine of going to class. The extra spring in my step went missing when I walked into the tee shirt store where I worked. The shop's owner had become a family friend and I could tell from his face something was terribly wrong.
"Wendy, I want you to come back here and call your dad," he calmly said. I dialed and Mr. Scott never left my side. He placed his hand on my shoulder when I screamed, "NNNOOOO!!!". My father tearfully told me Nanny had passed early that morning. Both of our hearts were breaking.
Today, our hearts are taped back together and still beating. There is a hole the size of Texas in them but they are beating.
This morning was a chilly one in Austin. I grabbed a jacket from the back of my closet that I have not worn in a while. On my way out, I buttoned up and slipped my hands into the pockets. Slowly, out of my left pocket, I pulled out a book of stamps. The tears have not stopped since.....
I miss you Nanny. Thank you for staying close. We could all really use a good hug right now.
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