Anonymous
I just found this guestbook tonight, while looking up Nanny online. It's been seven years, and I still miss her so much. I was her youngest grandchild. Two of the hardest yet greatest privileges in my life were to write her eulogy and obituary. I hope she knew how much I loved her, how much all of us loved her.
I still remember a day in 1978 with her like it was yesterday. I was staying with her while Mom and Dad were out of town. Pappy Hogue, my paternal grandfather, had died recently. It was late morning, and she was cooking us lunch in her kitchen. She was putting something in the oven, and she looked at me and said, "Well, I guess I'm your only grandparent now." She smiled at me. I remember thinking how important that was, how I knew she was aware that was going to be a big responsibility for her. She became so much more than just my mother's mother that day.
A few years later, I was watching the Cardinals in the World Series with her one night. She was still crocheting at the time, and I remember thinking how lucky I was to have such a cool grandmother. I was right, too.
I have a million other memories I could write on here, but I'll close. I love you, Nanny.##imported-begin##Paul Hogue##imported-end##