Getting through....

The time I spent with my Nanny before she passed yesterday, I will always charish. I was in her hospital room with her and my Aunt Steph, and she was up in her chair, lively, and talking up a storm. she looked amazing, the best I have seen her in awhile. she was supposed to have a heart scan today to see what was going on and was scheduled to go home tomorrow. She asked how work was going and said how proud she was of me and my education endevers to become a nurse. She told Steph how proud she was of her for going back to work after her baby. There are somethings I wont share that was talked about because thoose are special private memories just for Steph and I, however I will say that she resited the poem "For whom the bell tolls" by John Donne.

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.