Vienna Fingers and tea, Nana, David and me

From a Facebook Post, dated March 24, 2024, don’t know for sure where I saved the original. The caption of a photo said, “David and I with Nana at Grace Cathedral. Looks like it could have been Easter Sunday.” Spring is here, but you couldn’t tell from the cold, cloudy, dark weather we’ve been having since the first day of spring, a week ago today. It’s 52 and raining with a wind advisory—perfect weather for staying inside and meditating— or something like that. When I’m feeling lonely, I’m thankful for Vienna Fingers and tea. Nana served Vienna Fingers with tea, so when I drink tea and eat Vienna Fingers, I think of Nana. It’s also a fact that when I was little, nobody else had a Nana. Now everybody has one or is one. I don’t know how everybody suddenly has or is a Nana, but it is true. My mother was English and her mother was Nana. My father’s mother was Grandma. Nana and Granddad, Grandpa and Grandma. When I became old, I started noticing everyone in the US using the term “Nana.” My mother’s mother’s real name was Elsie Amelia Rose, but her name was Nana to me. There was only one Nana, so when my niece started calling my mother Nana, it rubbed me the wrong way. There was and would always and ever be only one Nana, my Nana. God, she was a beautiful person. Perfect, you might say. I hope I inherited some of her perfection. She was kind and funny and the best friend anyone could have. I hope to see her again. People didn’t talk about God back then, but they did go to church. A picture of her pops into my mind at the Cathedral with my little brother, David, and me, all of us dressed up the way people used to do back then. I think she was wearing lavender and it was probably around Easter time. I just found the picture. I was the one wearing purple. David had on a bow tie. So cute. But I can’t get sentimental now. I feel that maybe God wants me to recognize that He has given me the peace that passes understanding, that He has healed me. Palm Sunday, when we used to get palm leaves to take home. Now they are inviting people with strange pronouns to come in and feel welcome. “He, she, they, come on in. You are welcome here.” I think that Jesus would want them to tell these people the truth. But we can talk about that another day. So, just when it’s been cold, cloudy, rainy and dark for so long, Daylight Savings comes to save the day. The first day of spring brings memories of Nana and Easter. And to top it off, the sun decides to come out 30 minutes before sundown. Now, I think that’s amazing.