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My ramblings about my grandparents

nana and pep

I am part of all that I have met. – Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I have been putting off writing this post that I have wanted to write for a long time. One of my most favorite people in the whole wide world died earlier this year.

Nana (my grandmother) died in January. Pep (my grandfather) died in 1999. The home that they lived in together for the better part of their 50+ year marriage will be sold.

This day was coming I knew. My heart gets this tight pulling feeling just thinking of my grandparent’s house being sold.  Knowing that an offer has been accepted on their home has just hit me hard – the two of them are really gone forever. I will never sit in their kitchen again and listen to their stories and tell them my stories.

We were practically raised in this house. We were there all the time. We played with our cousins – silly games like Star Wars or our own made up version of the Price is Right game. We had “restaurant” evenings where we invited our parents and served them dinner that of course Nana had cooked but let us take credit. We made jello. We had talent shows with not so much talent. We had every Christmas Eve till Nana just couldn’t do it anymore. We came there after school while mom worked. Courtney ate her soup at the dining room table while she did her homework. We watched soap operas with Nana in the den. Pep came home from work like a clock every day and Nana would put on her lipstick right before he came through the door. We loved our sleepovers. We loved sleeping in the big canopy bed. Nana had our towels heating on the radiator so after our shower we would be nice and warm. We would lay on the couch watching The Lawrence Welk Show with Pep while he rubbed our heads. He made me deliciously crisp bacon in the morning. Fried bread dough oozing peanut butter as an after school snack. Funny stories. Great times. We grew older but still came back as often as we could. Old friends that didn’t know how to find us would know to call Nana for our number. Then Pep was sick and then was gone – so quickly. He died one night in the house. We never thought Nana would survive. Yet she was so strong she lived in the house all by herself till just before her last day. Her house meant everything to her. And to us.

My grandparents played such an integral role in my sister’s and my life. They were always there for us. They were constant. They guided us. The taught us. They loved us so much. I’m not sure if I can ever put into words just how much they meant to us.

Fortunately for us we had them in our lives for a really long time. Not everyone is as lucky as we are to know their grandparents as long and as well.  I never knew life without Nana in it till now and it will never be the same. I miss them so much.

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