The week of Mom's Memorial Service Michael, my Son, came down with Chicken Pox. Ever heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours"? Needless to say we were all very disappointed that he wouldn't be able to join us. For his benefit we had the Memorial recorded, and had him write what he wanted to say about his Nana. This is what he wrote.
From Michael to Nana
I loved my Nana, and she will be very missed. The first thing I think of when I think of her are “Nana Days” when I used to stay with her every Friday. My favorite part of those Fridays was that it was just me and her. She would play with toys with me. I would hide under her sink and she would come and “get” me. Sometimes we would walk to the convenient store and get ice cream. Those are some of my happy memories. Those are the things I’ll remember about her. And that she always made me feel so special
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