I received a letter from nana and I was actually thrilled to know she was still alive. Sounds pathetic and aweful that I wasn't sure, but I'm not sure my crazy aunt Berta would inform us if she passed on. Nana will be 98 this year and except for writing the same thing over 3 separate times, in the same letter, she is still hanging in there. This letter she spoke about breaking out of the home she is in and coming up to Los Angeles to stay with us "folk up here". Scary thing is, even though she is bedridden, I don't put it past her one bit. She is a fiesty young lady held captive inside an old woman's body. I would like to take a road trip to Oregon and visit with her before it's too late, but she has moved herself out to the backwoods of Oregon where no planes fly in to. I pretty sure she knows how much I love her, but that can't replace the loneliness she must feel being cooped up in an elderly home 24/7.
"In youth the days are short and the years are long; in old age the years are short and the days long." ~Nikita Ivanovich Panin
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