They just don't make 'em like my Nanny anymore. Nanny was my dad Ronnie's mom. Some of the earliest memories I have of Nanny revolved around family and food - both important to her but family slightly outweighed food. I remember traveling to her house on Gilette for any occasion to gather with family - and you better believe there was no shortage of good food, sweet treats, love or photos being taken to capture the moment. When I think of Nanny, I remember - point and shoot cameras, Schwann's, Winn's, Delaware punch, banana ice cream, pineapple upside down cake, German chocolate cake, cream gravy, gold fish, lottery tickets, rat terrier puppies, red birds, her bag car phone, busy bear enchiladas with LOTS of onions, comic strip wrapping paper, pecans, brooches, simple jewelry, collars that covered her neck, keen eye for style and matching her colors, loose curls, coffee ALL day. I could go on and on. Nanny was a rare gem. Her family was her life and she loved her life. As an adult, I realize that I learned a lot from Nanny simply by being around her and observing. She demonstrated unconditional love. She saw God in everybody she met. She was generous with everything - she never denied her family anything and most of the time she gave without being asked. Now in her death, I see how I can carry on her memory as a new mom with our little one. Leading by example through the things I learned from Nanny. I love you always, Nanny. "God loves you and so do I."