I come from a family that is filled with love but we rarely if ever say it to one another. I know that we all love each other but we just don't say it. I do say it to my mom prior to ending every phone conversation. Same goes for my dad and brothers. But other than them it's just not really something we utter to one another. So, on November 16th, 2008 little did I know that those words would mean so much. My Nana, died on November 17th, 2008. It was devastating and to this day I find myself crying and feeling tremendous loss. Seven years later and it never get any easier.
I loved her, and she new it, not because I said it back to her on the 16th but because I believe that I showed her. I believe that she knew she was loved when my cousin went and had lunch with her on her lunch breaks. I believe she knew she was loved when my mom called her everyday. I believe she knew she was loved when my aunt took her to the grocery store and to pick up lotto tickets. I believe she knew she was loved when my uncle played card games and watched movies with her. I believe she knew she was loved when my other uncle showed up and made sure she was getting along okay. I believe she knew she was loved when my aunt went out of her way to include her in every and anything. I believe she knew she was loved when my cousin stopped by just to say hi. I believe she knew she was loved when her friends met her for a walk around the mall, a trip to AC or a weekly church worship. I believe she knew was loved when her family called to say "hi Pinky".
So, yeah we didn't always say it to one another but sometimes it comes down to how you treat people. I loved my Nana and think of her every single day. I pray for her to use her pull to get me extra blessings and to watch over our family. I pray to Nana for love and to continue to watch over us. I pray that my Nana is living in ultimate peace and happiness. I Love Her and remember her for the times where she made me feel loved. RIP!!