There was so much I wanted to know and hear first-hand accounts of. Being born in 1914, my Grandpa had lived through WW2, something that wouldn't interest me until I was in my mid-late 20s, and by that point, he had long since passed away.
Giving Granpa a big hug, my eyes drifted to my Nanny, who was beaming brightly as she snatched me away from my Grandpa and peppered my cheeks with kisses.
"NANNY!" I cheered gleefully, causing her to magically brighten even more as she understood I was finally at the 'recognition' age.
"Look at my big boy, you are getting so big; how am I going to hold you if you get any bigger?" she quipped while poking my tummy and kissing my forehead, making me giggle.
'I wonder if…,' as I interacted with my Nanny, I couldn't help but contemplate if there was anything I could do to help her health so that she didn't have a stroke a few years from now.
