My Nana died this morning. Those words don't really express what I'm feeling. My Nana was basically my mother. I lived with her until I was 6 and then I lived with my dad but my Nana would take care of me at night or on weekends. I didn't really have a mother. My Nana was my Mother. I'm going home tomorrow. My dad didn't thinkI'd be ok to drive today. I havn't talked to her in a while. The last time I talked to her was to learn how to make beets. I don't know if I even told her I loved her. I was going to call her last night, but I was busy doing homework. My sister called me last night to tell me that Nana had bought a present and signed it from me because I wasn't going to be around for my Aunts bridal shower. I was gonna call and thank my Nana but I didn't. I figured I could do it later. But I won't be able to.