Nana died early this morning. Since the day he was born, Nana loved Jack. Nana did not always understand what was going on with Jack. Honestly, she frequently infuriated me with her low expectations for Jack. But you know what? She always always always loved him and she was so proud of every little thing that he ever did. She declared to the world this is my grandson Jack (we had to remind her that he was a great-grandson) and then she would launch into a story of his latest accomplishment.
I hope that he remembers her even if he only remembers the feeling of love that he got from her. That's what I want him to know.