My Nana. My favorite person, my very best friend. Yesterday we celebrated the woman who made me who I am. She was a faithful wife, a loving mother, the very best Nana, and the life of every party. She loved big, laughed loud, talked the most, told the best stories, and always showed for all of my birthdays, graduations, St. Jude appointments, performances, etc. You name it, she was there. She carried sass and style in equal measure with her colorful pants, sparkling bling, fresh hair, and an honesty that taught me confidence. She adored my Pop with a love that only grew stronger through the hardest seasons, and she loved Jesus with her whole heart. I’ve always had a close relationship with Jesus, a big reason for that being because of my Nana. I’ve been beyond blessed to never had anyone close to me pass, so I’ve always just talked to Jesus, never to anyone in Heaven. There’s no one else I’d rather get to talk to with Jesus than my Nana. And she will love getting the inside scoop on my prayers. Her harvest is complete, and it is bountiful. I will carry her with me in everything I do.