My favorite thing to do with Nanny was get out the boxes of old pictures and look at them. I wanted to know who everyone was and stories about each. I grew up knowing that some day I would be the one to take care of them.
This past weekend, we visited my parents and went by Nanny and Poppy's house. I was finally going to take the pictures home and scan them all. And they were gone. We looked all over the house and couldn't find them.
I'm in mourning. I feel like I've lost Nanny all over again. All those beautiful photos of her. My mom's baby pictures. Photos of great and great-great grandparents. All gone. How will Henry ever get to know these people now? I'd counted on those pictures.