Nana

Nana thinks she's dying. I don't know how else to put it.

She had a health scare a few weeks ago, and she's having a really hard time recovering. She keeps talking about how she wants to be well, but she's just getting sicker. She says she doesn't think she'll ever fully recover.

Part of me wants to tell her to snap out of it--that she can and will recover. Another part of me believes her.

It's all I can think about.

I can't navigate the world without Nana.

I just have no idea what that would look like.

She is my source of never-ending love, compassion, wisdom, and chocolate.