remembrance of nana..part 1 − 30 August, 2006
yesterday after i hung up the phone with you. i thought about *nana*. i think it was because you mentioned something about your dad and his pessimism. i thought about how much he is like nana in that way. then i started waxing nostalgic about those hot summer days in high school when we would ride our bicycles to visit her at her apartment on claremont. i can still see her face, her white hair and her strong yet gentle hands. i remember how they felt. she held my hand once firmly. with her aquamarine eyes, looked at me with a serious yet gentle smile and told me *you are my friend*.
i remembered all the pasta, anisette cookies, fresh bread and bottles of chilled pepsi in the fridge. she was always so happy to see us. i remembered how her face would light up when she saw you. the sparkle in her eyes. for hours i would listen to her lament, sometimes with tears overflowing from her crystal blue eyes about what a wonderful life she had. how blessed she was. she had two wonderful sons, vito and franky. beautiful grandchildren. she loved her husband and missed him dearly when he died. she was looking forward to her death to be with her beloved husband. she told me she was very lucky, *i lived a full life and all i have left to do is die.*
now, i'm thinking how lucky i am that i got to know her. to listen to all her stories. all her pessimism. all her joys. all about the people she loved. all about her very rich life. i wonder if she's watching over us. amazed. with her loving eyes.
i remembered all the pasta, anisette cookies, fresh bread and bottles of chilled pepsi in the fridge. she was always so happy to see us. i remembered how her face would light up when she saw you. the sparkle in her eyes. for hours i would listen to her lament, sometimes with tears overflowing from her crystal blue eyes about what a wonderful life she had. how blessed she was. she had two wonderful sons, vito and franky. beautiful grandchildren. she loved her husband and missed him dearly when he died. she was looking forward to her death to be with her beloved husband. she told me she was very lucky, *i lived a full life and all i have left to do is die.*
now, i'm thinking how lucky i am that i got to know her. to listen to all her stories. all her pessimism. all her joys. all about the people she loved. all about her very rich life. i wonder if she's watching over us. amazed. with her loving eyes.
