Today is my Nanny’s birthday. She has been missing physically in my life for too long now and I miss her just as strong as I did when she first passed. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t remember my sweet, precious grandmother. She was the best thing in my life and loved me unconditionally.
That photo of us was taken in 2001. I can’t believe it was that long ago already!
My Nanny loved to bake. She always had cookies – and if she didn’t have them in her cupboard – there would bound to be some in her freezer. All of us grandkids knew where to look for her cookies! I have her recipes for her sugar, oatmeal, molasses and pineapple cookies. All of there were soft puffy cookies and sometimes she would frost them (never the pineapple ones though!). She also made an awesome Mayonnaise Cake that I would always request on my birthday!
I remember when I was very young, I would get up in the morning and leave with my dad so when he stopped to pick poppy up for work, I would go in and crawl into Nanny’s bed! When we would get up, she would ask what I would want for breakfast and I always wanted her to fry me an egg in butter and have toast. Food was so good at Nanny’s – better than anywhere else I could eat!
When I was older and pregnant for my first baby, my husband would work the afternoon shift – which left me home alone at dinner time. Every night, Poppy would come over to pick me up at 4:00 and I would have dinner with Nanny & Poppy and my hubby would pick me up on his way home from work around 9:30 PM.
After I was divorced, I lived just around the corner (yet again) from Nanny & Poppy (only Poppy was gone by then). The boys would be with me every other two weeks, and when they were with their dad, I would spend my night at Nanny’s or, she would come to my place for dinner. When I was busy making cookies and teddy bears for EFY, Nanny loved to come and help. She would frost my cookies, and help stuff the bears.
When Nanny passed, I could barely stand to be there anymore. I missed her so much, she was such a part of my life and now that part was totally empty. I still miss her, but my life goes on. I have my parent, my Aunts, my children, and of course, my Grumpy to keep me company and to love. But not for one second will I forget Nanny. Especially on her day.
“Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will” In memory of Nanny “Mae Iris Whitton”