Before she died, my Nana wrote a memoir.
A true love labor, she spent months crafting her stories, working with a local writer to hone the tone of each memory. It was a work for end of life. For reflection. And for sharing of wisdom.
When she finished, she wanted it printed. A small run for friends and family.
She asked her daughter-in-law, . . .
How do you spend your time?
If you live until 80, you only get 29,220 days.
That's not very many!
That's only 4174 weeks.
How old are you now?
I'm already 10,269 days into this one life. 35% of . . .