My Mother, Nana to her grandchildren, was a very important part of our lives. She was a major influence on who we all became and are learning to be. Unfortunately, she was taken from us in June 2005, at the young age of 47.

Jared, Emerald, Isaiah and I have very fond memories of Nana to carry with us. She will be the voice we hear when our conscience speaks and will be the nagging intuition to choose correctly, when the choice is hard or hazy. We have this because of the lessons she taught us, with all the love a person could ever give.  Those of who received her lessons  are fortunate indeed.

Max does not have first hand interactions with his Nana to learn these lessons, but she will be a major influence in his life. I am not only speaking of the lessons we will pass on to him, or the example we will try to live up to.  She will do this by being his guardian angel.

Earlier this week it came very clear that she is Max’s guardian angel.  Max and I were laying down for his nap, and he was doing his “DaDa baby, night night” routine. As he was drifting off to sleep he said, “Nana baby” .  I am sure the naysayers will claim confusion, verbal slip up, or any other meaningless reason.  The message Mom was sending is as clear as the tear forming in my eye, she still watches over us.

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Steve AKA FatherNoRest