My Nana passed away on Friday, at 96, although she looked and acted much younger. Such an amazing woman; a survivor of breast cancer, triple bypass surgery, operations to replace both hips. I feel strange sharing this in my first blog, but if it weren’t for her, I don’t think I would have started and stuck with writing. Nana always wrote the most wonderful letters, full of exuberance and love and pride (and many x’s and o’s), so maybe writing was in our genes. She always said I would be a writer, even when I had my sights set on being a zookeeper, of all things. So it seems right to make my first writing blog about her.

I love you and miss you, Nana.