I didn't sleep much last night. For some reason I was dreaming of Nana all night long. Maybe I just had her on my mind because it was her birthday. This morning when I woke up, I started thinking about my time I have spent with her.
I pretty much spent every day of my life with the family from the moment I met Deanna when we were in fifth grade until they moved to the house on Apache. Then I spent as many weekends as possible there and the entire summer of 1977.
I have so many memories of the times we had. It was one of the happiest times of my life. I actually felt wanted and loved. Thank you for that.
Well, the summer of 1979 they lived in an apartment in Westminster. I was blessed to have been able to stay with them for the summer again. One of my memories of that summer was that Nana really put the pressure on me. Any time we (David, Deanna, and I) went somewhere Nana would look at us and say, "You guys know how to behave and what is right and wrong and what I would approve of you doing." Then she looked at me and said, "I know you won't lie to me, Heather, so I hope you don't make me ask what you guys do or where you go." Talk about pressure. It worked though. She was right, I couldn't lie to her. She really loved us and wanted to make sure we were safe. Just one more reason I love her so much.