There is a special bond between a grandchild and grandparent. Marilyn's mother was a constant and important presence in Faith's life. Bea (or Nana, as she is affectionately called) produced this touching poem card for Faith in July, 2001. Each of the four poems provides a window into the private pleasures that Bea and Faith shared. Let me explain this as Faith might have told it.
There are a lot of places to explore in Nana's house. There are closets full of old clothes that nobody wears anymore. The porch has ever so many things on it. The attic is the best place. Nana lets me climb up the ladder and take a special treasure (sometimes two!) whenever I want. There is a dark and scary place in the basement. Did you know that there is a secret room downstairs?
I like Nana's bedroom. There is an old picture of Mom on the chest of drawers. Nana keeps her jewelry there too and she lets me look at them. I once told Nana that she ought to get a lot more jewelry. When I get tired, I sleep on Nana's bed.
I visit Nana's house a lot. I go after school and stay until Dad or Mom came to get me. Sometimes I just go to be with Nana. A couple of years ago, Nana got sick and couldn't take care of me. She couldn't walk and had to be in a special hospital for a while. Then she needed people in the house all the time. But she learned to use a cane and take care of herself. Now she is able to take care of me again. We aren't able to do a lot of things that we used to do. We don't go to the playground anymore, or drive to Walgreen's. But we can still play games. I like to play hide and seek with Nana. And Nana reads to me and gives me lemonade and pizza. Most importantly, I can be alone with Nana again and do special things, just the two of us.
When I got sick and went on my trip to Duke, I didn't see Nana for a long time. It was good to come home again. When I would take my vacations to Duke for my MRI and my chemo, I would talk to Nana on the phone. I liked to call her from the airport when we were coming home. When my right leg got weak, I had trouble walking. Nana gave me one of her canes. She taught me how to use it and how to go up and down stairs. When my other leg got weak, I got a wheel chair, just like Nana's.
When I came home from Duke the first time, Dad and Eric bought me a new kitty. Mother named him "Duke". That's a good name. Whenever I go to Nana's, Duke comes along. He likes to explore Nana's house too. Duke and I rest on the couch and watch TV together. Whenever there is a party at Nana's (or Christmas or Thanksgiving) Duke comes along. He is part of the family.
Nana has a computer! She taught herself how to use it and makes cards for people all the time. Sometimes she lets me pick out the pictures to decorate the cards. When I was in first grade, Nana would take my spelling words and make poem cards out of them to help me to learn how to read. I love getting cards from Nana.