loss
I think that was a little more than I was ready for, all at once like that. It’s been two weeks since my last update, and it felt alternately like an eternity and a moment.
My Nana passed away on the 9th, and it hit me like a brick. I was really not prepared for it, and I can’t imagine how her children felt. (They were there by her side from Friday, when her condition degraded severely and they thought that she was in her last hours. In fact, she held on for 3 more days; not the first time her strength and courage were underestimated, I’m sure.)
The visitation and funeral were, as much as such things can be, wonderful. An incredible number of people came to comfort the family and celebrate Jean’s life, and succeeded completely in both regards. I think Nana would have approved of the affair, especially with the grandchildren playing and drawing pictures on the couches while Papa energetically — it was amazing; the man does not know how to quit — met with every single visitor.
I don’t think I’ll be writing much more about Nana here, at least not for a little while. Which is not to say that I’m not thinking about her every day — a practice that I’m ashamed to admit I did not observe during her lifetime, generally — but the things I have left to say are difficult to articulate, and some of them are just between me and Nana anyway. (And she’d tell me to stop crying and get back to taking care of my lovely wife.)
We’re moving now, because we hadn’t done that in a few months, and so far it’s going….OK. More about that later, I assure you.