In Memory of my Nunnu.
It was with disbelief and overwhelming sadness that I heard the news of my Nannu’s passing – for though he was 93 years old and in declining health, I had convinced myself that he was always going to be with us. God, however, had a different plan. While my heart aches for the loss of my Nannu, I am grateful for the time we got to spend together and the many wonderful memories I have of him. It is my honor to share some of these with you all today. Let’s face it: you always knew when Nannu was around. Mostly because he would announce it himself, at the top of his lungs, every chance he got. “Nann-u!” he would yell. Just randomly throughout the day. And it wasn’t just his name. He used to have lots of little sayings that he liked to call out. “Et Boti?” It makes me smile just to remember it J It’s these little quirks that made him unique. Our Nannu was not your av...