My Nana, Mom’s mom, was a shut-in for the last 20 years of her life due to poor health. She lived in a one-room apartment. She was up early every morning, put on a dress, hose, heels, jewelry, makeup, fussed with her hair. She read the paper, chatted on the phone some, did needle-work which she donated to church she could not attend, and wrote letters to friends and family far and near. Thinking back, I realize she never had much, but I visited her all the time and adored her. No, she had very little but I always thought she had everything. I still do.
What Nana Knew