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 . . .
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 . . .