I remember in elementary school having to choose someone I admire to write about. I chose my Nana because of her love for me. Again when I was younger, I was in community theaters prduction of "Annie" and I had to choose a name for my orphan. I chose Ginny in honor of my Nana ( whose real name was Virgina). During the summer months I would come to KC and spend a week with her and Papa. She would plan specail things for us to do--shop on the Plaza, see her friend Darlyne, trolley ride, Kaleidoscope at Crowne Center....great memories!!
I went back to see her later in the evening. She had a struggle earlier in the day and the end was near. My uncle went and found a priest to administer the Last Rights to her. (The final of seven sacraments in the Catholic faith). Once she received this sacrament, she was comfortable and at peace--we all were. We knew she was going to heaven to be with the Lord Jesus.
Her funeral service was beautiful. She was celebrated by many family members and friends.