It’s funny the things you only remember about someone once they’re gone. 

Tonight I remember the way the gravel of the driveway felt underneath my feet every time I jumped out of the car when we pulled up. I remember the hummingbird feeders hanging from the trees in the front yard. I remember the way the screen door slammed shut behind me. I remember the way the house smelled. I remember the blue and white plates hung up on the walls in the kitchen. I remember the old stair climber in the hallway that I spent countless hours on. I remember the recliner in the living room and the shaggy brown carpet. I remember the old dolls in the back room that used to scare me when I was little. I remember all the colors of yarn in the craft room. I remember the clutter and the laughter that filled the entire house. I remember Easters and cousins and dogs and booties.

I love you, Nana. I’m so thankful to have had a great grandma to watch me grow up and care immensely about all of us grandkids. And now Tawny, Brent, and I will make  Nana booties in your memory :) Rest in peace, Nana.