
Nana, My ray of sunshine
Hi, My name is Trina. I am Polly’s granddaughter.
I stand here today in a place of profound sadness.
My heavy heart only lightened by special memories of Polly, my Nana.
We knew Polly’s life and health were fragile for a very long time.
But there was something about her tenacious hold on all of our hearts,
and on life itself, that makes it really hard to believe she’s gone.
Her body may be gone, but she lives on in the deepest fiber of our being.
It is enough for me to know that I knew what her house smelled like after her adventures in cooking, the broadness of her smile, the light in her blue eyes, the sound of her laugh, the firmness of her voice, and the fact that she loved me and that I loved her- unconditionally.
When I hear the words of scripture, - “although we are afflicted, we are not crushed,” Nana’s sparkling eyes and radiant smile come to mind. Polly taught me about perseverance and the importance of family. For the majority of my life Polly struggled with the physical obstacles of only having use of half her body, but to me she was whole --- because she loved me with her whole heart.
I have great memories:
of her teaching me to play gin-rummy (and constantly letting me win);
of helping her tend to her garden (man she had a green-thumb);
of me, as a 12 year old girl, watching my handicapped Nana flag down her favorite Padres players and MAKE them sign MY baseball glove (Go Padres);
of her yummy desserts baked with love.
Her life and memory live on in all of us: her friends, her sisters, her children, her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews … My hope is that those memories will remain as strong, stubborn and full of life as she was - until we see each other again.
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