When I was a young girl, I never thought there could be another Nanny.
You see my maternal Grandmother was Nanny.
There was only one.
But, I met this man, Devin, and fell in love.
And you know what? His maternal Grandmother was named Nannie too.
Better still, she was the definition of strength, the backbone of the family, and one of the most classy and foxy women I had ever met.
Hmm, I guess there really were two Nannys....
To avoid confusion, Nannie-KY was so gracious and allowed my niece and son to call her just that, Nannie-KY.
My Nanny passed away December 2007 and I still miss her every day.
My other Nannie, from KY, passed away this past Thursday morning.
I have not cried yet, because I have to go to work through today and I know the floodgates will open.
You see, she was not my Nannie-in-law. She was my Nannie too. She opened her home to me and for the last 18 years, loved me up as if I were her own. She cared for me, cooked for me, and was the definition of Southern hospitality.
Everyone should have a northern Nanny and a southern Nannie...
Rest well my Nannys.
I am you and I love you.
Go love on somebody right now everybody...