My Nanny, Ruth Richardson, passed away last Tuesday, and her funeral was today. Funerals are never easy, but it's refreshing to go to a funeral that celebrates a long, well lived life.
I had a dream that a sweet little old lady was trying desperately to get my attention. I sat down with her and she told me that my Nanny wanted me to remember to, "love yer babies".
She was a very special lady, and her life was a message of love.
She loved all her "chickadees" with a sweet, un-failing, selfless, simple, and unconditional love.
Thank you, Nanny, for teaching me how to live and how to love. I will call on your example of how to "love yer children", and I pray that your example will live on through me and that my little Dapper Doodle will feel as loved in my arms as I did in yours!
