Sunday, October 26, 2008

27 Wayside Road

In my Nana's chair with it's special cushion, I've spent more time here in this past week than I have ever in my 23 years.... I miss her here. Never have I visited this home without her sitting in her lazyboy in the corner, her cute smile. She asked me in the hours before she passed, " Do you think Obama is going to win?" I said, "Do you Nana?" She fell away again, speaking to her late husband and her friends, singing Irish tunes... and when she came back to us she said, "Obama's going to win." And I said, "Yes, Nana. He is going to win." And now, today, my hope is that in her last hours, I didn't lie to her. She passed, October 22nd at 9:40 a.m., I was down the short hall, sleeping next to my cousin in the bed my mother slept in with her sister. And I write with the desire to remember. Everything. Her peaceful passing, her full and joyful life, her strong and adorable character. My Nana Banana. I love you more.