While talking about Papa (who passed away some 20-odd years ago), Nana said how much she missed him and that God shouldn’t have taken him away from her without talking with her about it first. (She was only 1/2 joking!)
We talked about how she will see him again in Heaven. I told her that whoever from this family gets there first, they will tell Papa
that we all love him and that we say “hi”.
She stated that it will probably be her because she’s the oldest. Rather than telling her she’s probably right on that one, I said
“well you never know!” (I was taking the opportunity to have some wishful thinking that Nana, will in fact, live forever)
I then asked her if she was afraid of dying. Without thought Nana said, “No, why would I be?” I told her that the thought of dying is scary to me and asked how she isn’t scared, too.
“Because I’m prepared. And I’ve prayed.”
I asked her if she prays often. She does. I asked what she prays for….
“My children. Because I love them, and they love me.”
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