Thursday, April 22, 2010

Remembering Nana

Earlier this week was the anniversary of my Nana's passing. I took the day off to spend in no particular way. Just so I didn't have to be busy. I hit the gym for a good long workout, then lifted some weights. I do believe I overdid it a bit with the upper arms. Woke up later that night with lactic acid burning my chest and triceps!

I loved my Nana tremendously, and miss her something awful. Still, she herself was a merry, witty soul, and enjoyed life to the fullest whenever possible -- and she'd want me to do the same. She viewed death as (as she would say in her quaint British accent) naught but the next adventure.

After my workout, I biked to St. John the Divine Cathedral in Upper Manhattan. That's where this picture above was taken.

Within the Cathedral, I like to hang out here. I don't know if you can see it, but it's the Poets' Corner.

I drew solace in particular from Mr. Greenleaf Whittier. What a name! I bet he was a corker (another Nana word).

There are more, but it takes a long time to upload (Why blogger, why?) and I'm late already. I'll leave you with a note that I have had clean eating for two days and lots of workouts. There was a time when I would have eaten my way through my emotions about my Nana; I am pleased that this year I made room for them in my life instead of pushing them down with food.

Party tonight for London Review of Books in NYC (Nana would have liked that), and I can say I got up early and worked out at the gym, knowing I can't get in a walk or a bike ride today (would ruin my hair).

Before I left St. John the Divine I lighted a candle for Nana. Here 'tis.


  1. Ahhh, thinking of you. My own beloved grandmother died 4 years ago and I miss her every single day.

    Was most diverted by the quote above Mr Whittier's though; I'm sure it's just the angle but it looks like "Truth is arse, it doesn't change". I'm chortling away just thinking about it! If that's what it said, Mr Faulkner must have been quite a laugh!

    Peridot x

  2. Very beautiful post. Thank you.

    I lost my grandmother when I was 16 (43 now) and I still miss her all the time.

  3. Blogger deleted my first comment (I think)...I just wanted to say that this was a touching and, I think, fitting rememberance. Very sweet.

    And I hope you were good at the London Review of Books in NYC party!