I was in Junior High when Nana died, the first major loss I had to face. Someone whose hand I had held, whose check I kissed had ceased to exist. I remember being at a loss as to how to react. Was I supposed to cry? I felt like I should but I almost had to force it because really I was in shock, numb. I knew that my Grampas had died before that but I had never known them, never held their hands or kissed their checks. I never expected Nana to die.
Nana died 32 years ago today.