Seventeen years ago today I lost a huge part of my world, and it created a void that has never really healed. People say all sorts of things when someone you love passes away, They say that things will get better with time or some other sort of cliché type thing.
That didn't seem to happen for me, sure time moved on and the pain gets duller but it's still there. I had a very close relationship with my Nana and especially once I had my own kids there where a lot of times I wanted to turn to her in my life.
When I was going through her photo albums a while ago to find some old family pictures to use for the blog for Throwback Thursday posts I came across this picture of her:
It's the youngest picture of her I have ever come across of my grandmother, it's something I'm going to look into getting restored.
One of my favorite memories from my childhood was spending weekends with my Nana, we would go to church on Sunday night and the out for ice cream. Then we would go back to her house and watch Knight Rider and Airwolf.