Since October 23rd*, every night we have gone to sleep hoping that Nana would visit us in our dreams. What a good and loyal Nana she was, vowing never to abandon us, even in death. She promised she would visit us in our dreams and for some reason I thought she meant the dreams that happen when I am asleep. I didn't think she meant the dreams that happen when I am awake!
Nana was quite the crafter and she was constantly updating a family tree that hung in the stairway that went to the basement in her house in Walla Walla, where we spent the best summers of our lives. I loved that family tree full of old photos adhered with tape (gasp!), notes written in ballpoint pen (full of acid!), ex-wives and ex-husbands crossed out and replaced with names of new spouses~ some in pencil. I loved the curliness of Nana's handwriting, so pretty and formal. I loved that she never left herself out of the tree. I would stare at the family tree for hours, tracing Nana's handwriting with my fingertips, touching the rough edges of the photos, memorizing the composition.
A few days ago Karen and I were having a particularly good day full of no ways! and we must be dreamings! when there was a knock at my door. Leaning against my door, in the light of day, was a poster tube (return address my aunt and uncle). Inside was a poster of NANA'S FAMILY TREE!!!! I never thought I would see it again and I really, really, really wanted to.
Today is Nana's birthday. I think it's a good reason for cake.
*Looking back at our blog entries, that was a bad week.
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