Guestbook

I spent a great deal of time with my Nanny growing up. I was told that when I was three years old my mother was bedridden while she was pregnant with my brother. Nanny looked after me in this time. They say the first three years in a child’s life are the most formative in the bonds they create and because of this I have always felt a deep bond and connection to Nanny. I was often mistaken as her daughter in public because we both had blonde hair, blue eyes and she was young enough to be my mother. Her friends would always tell me growing up “you have your Nanny’s teeth” and I was SO PROUD because I thought my Nanny was the prettiest girl in the world. This is where it started yet I have little to fragmented memory of this time. Memories...that is what I have left of my Nanny and it is also what she lost in the later years of her life. Memories are precarious and only account for a fraction of an experience. Although I do not fully remember that time in my life when she looked after me, my heart remembers, and she will forever be a part of who I am. The last time I saw Nanny I was very upset at how little of my Nanny was left, but as I waved goodbye to her she blew me a kiss out the window and I know that she knew who I was, in her heart and in her soul and even though her brain had forgotten her love never ended. My love for my Nanny will never end and she will always be a part of me.