There she lay. Clearly at peace. Unburdened of 93 years of life. A warrior; strong, resolute, stubborn, beautiful. Were those eyes to suddenly open, it wouldn’t have surprised me. Were she to beat death, it would simply draw from me a knowing smile.

In life there are two options: to crawl into the past and die there, or to boldly journey, head high, through the perpetual present.

Nanny: her example transcends her death.

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