Another year, another Mother’s Day to celebrate with
Nana. It’d be easy to take this opportunity for granted. I don’t. I’m grateful
for every day that Nana's in my life, not just Mother’s Day. Since
Mother’s Day last year, Nana defied the odds to be here this year.
When cellulitis put her in the hospital last July, she
was so sick I didn’t think she’d live to see another birthday, let alone
another Mother’s Day. No one who saw her on the first day of her stay in Muncy
Skilled Nursing Home would have bet on her coming home. Never
bet against Nana. In six weeks, she went from being so weak she needed help
getting from the wheelchair into bed to steering her walker down the hall like a
Nascar driver racing for the checkered flag.
Nana and I always celebrate Mother’s Day a week early. Our
traditional Mother’s Day dinner is a trip to The Fence in Lewisburg. Fish
sandwich, tartar sauce on the side, applesauce and coffee with three creams. A
Mother’s Day feast for Nana.
Nana and Diane at
The Fence Lewisburg
May 4, 2014
When Nana was 39, her mother passed away.
Grandma Tilburg died in 1962 after years of being sick and bedridden. I’ve had
25 more years to celebrate Mother’s Days with Nana than Nana did with her
mother. I’m a lucky girl.
'Picture of a picture' Nana keeps on her dresser
of young Grandma Tilburg
