Nan, so special

I have two very special memories of Nan. First, when she called to yell at me for missing an important event. I just got the time wrong and showed up late. But I thought, only someone who really cares about me would do this. And I loved her more for it. Second, is something that still brings tears to my eyes: I am always having some surgery or another. Even as she was going through her awful cancer treatments, she'd always send me wonderful homemade Nan get-well cards. They are such wonderful, wonderful treasures.