The past few times I've been in Boston, I've made excuses for not visiting my Nana at the nursing home. I feel guilty, but I'm scared to death that one day she won't know who I am. And even more scared that one day my grandchildren might think the same thing about me.
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Dan and I are going next weekend to visit his grandmother for the first time in two years. She won't remember us. I think Dan's putting off the visit is a mix of discomfort, sadness and a fear of him one day having the same fate.
She will always be Nan.
That picture is so Nana - you captured her Spirit . . .
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