My Nanny
On January 31, 2016 I decided to write about my Nanny. I called my grandmother ‘Nanny.’ She picked that name as she felt ‘grandmother’ sounded too old. She had always been young at heart. Even when she went into her 90s she was always on the go. She was so busy that she would even tire out my aunt – her daughter – with all the different groups and activities my aunt would take her to. I didn’t get to see my Nanny that often as she didn’t live nearby, but she would occasionally fly up to see her daughter – my mother – and my family. I was always excited when I heard that she was coming. My Nanny was the only grandparent I ever knew as none of my extended family lived nearby. I didn’t actually start to get to know more of my extended family until my mid 20’s. Nanny was so sweet. She was always encouraging me and uplifting to me. Any accomplishments I did whether it was for school or swimming or otherwise she would always praise m...