My dad just called.
This morning, my Nammy passed away in her sleep. She was 92 and a half. She lived through the Great Depression, saw my granddad off to WWII, and was a fighter until the end.
She was short; all of us grandkids had a life goal to be taller than Nammy.
She had five children, four boys and a girl. She had twelve grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
We miss her so very much.
As Uncle Bob lives in Portugal, and I’m in Canada, the plan is to cremate her according to her wishes, and plan in advance a memorial so all of the family can attend.