It is not often that a great-grandchild gets to grow up knowing their roots. But I was just that lucky. Every since I can remember, a trip to Calgary meant a trip to Nonny’s farm … playing with her ducks, chickens, and other farm life was always a treat. I slowly grew up, went off to school, and got married … but there was always the trip to Nonny’s. It has been a while since our last visit, but I can still remember her determined spirt and unsurpassed whit.
Nonny passed away this past New Years day. I will miss the visits. Yet I am so thankful for the opportunity to know my great-grandmother. It is an opportunity not shared by many … and for that I feel lucky.
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