My sister Lorry and I were chatting on Gmail the other night and the subject of one of our Grandmothers came up , I had been missing her alot lately even though she died when I was a teenager.

 It was wierd how many of the memories of “Nana” Lorry and I had in common . She was a rock while my parents were divorcing. She made it very clear in no uncertain terms that ” the problems that our parents were having were theirs and theirs alone .” That she “would always be our Nana, her love for us could not and would not end just because a marriage was.”

 We always had homemade strawberry milkshakes and homemade play-dough. But one of the best things about Nana was her love of books. I think that’s where I got it from ( huh? I like to read …no way ) we were talking about how she would read to us from Briar Rabbit and how she would make the stories “come to life” by using different voices and accents. I am not sure if she introduced me to my favorite book in the whole wide world or not , but I think she did.

And what, pray tell, is my favorite book in the whole entire world, you may ask? And I shall answer It is “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams. Yeah I know it is a children’s book but it teaches a great life lesson in the following passage.

 “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When someone loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the skin horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to things that are easily broken,or have sharp edges,or that have to be carefully kept. Generally,by the time you are Real,most of your hair has been loved off,and your eyes drop out. You are usually all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t really matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t ever be ugly,except to people who don’t understand.”

Thanks Nana, for teaching me how to love and how to be loved . For teaching me to love books, and broccoli.

I hope you still check in on us every now and again. I like to think you do , because I miss you lots.