My sweet Nanny left us last night. Macauley and I were eating dinner in Branson with Lane when my dad called to tell us. I know she is at peace like everyone keeps saying, but I cried the whole way home for her anyway. It's almost her birthday. When we visited her in March and took these pictures, she didn't know who I was. She certainly didn't know my little boy. She didn't say much and only barely smiled once...My sister and I sat with her for a couple of hours just to be next to her, aware it was likely the last time we would be. There's a lot more to say and I've been making notes for a longer piece about her...For now, though, I'm just sad...missing who she was to me for all those years, wondering where she is now, knowing this is the way life goes, wishing it didn't have to be.