My now, 92 year-old grandmother, better known as Nanny.
The hardest part of living in Hong Kong is that I can’t see her as often as I would like.
A Nanny is shoulder to lean on, a supportive voice on the other end of the line.
She is vault to keep your secrets, one without a key.
A Nanny is not a judgmental whisper in your ear, nor is she a pointing finger showing the way.
A Nanny is three kisses on a soft wrinkly face.
She is an “I love you the most I said it first” every day.
A Nanny is not a visit on a special occasion, or a birthday card in the mail.
A Nanny is a phone call everyday from opposite ends of the World.
She is a tight hand squeezing on a very sad or happy day.
A Nanny is not just a grandmother, she is a best friend.
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Very touching. I am glad to have met her and have tea with her as well. Such a sweet lady.
I can tell you took the time to choose your words precisely. You’ve thought a lot about this.
She’s a special lady, that’s for sure! I love that I got to “meet” her when I visited you.
Thanks for the kind words. She is indeed important jhaworthoy, I am so grateful to have her in my life.
I love your description of your grandmother. I hope you share this with her.
This brought tears to my eyes….I can tell how important your Nanny is for you. I called my grandmother Nanny as well. It is a name for those special to us. Your picture is perfect…as it looks like your grandmother is looking at you with love pouring from her eyes. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/