Getting Her Nana Home

Well! She had enough! 

Her bags were packed for weeks. She was finally on her way. At long last the time had come to see Nana . . .who had escaped to the Sunny Side.

"The Sunny Side" is where the oranges grow,

the skies are always blue, and the ocean is knocking at your back door: 

Jensen Beach, Florida! 

Don't think for one minute this trip was ALL fun and games. 

She WAS on a mission: 

One . . . To bring Nana back home to South Carolina. 

Two . . .To bring Nana back home to South Carolina.

AND 

 Three . . . Mary Elizabeth wanted to make sure her dear Nana was okay after a fall off of a stability ball and an exercise nightmare. 

And here is another thing . . . Day two of our mother's trip: The word is Nurse Auntie had to rush up to Nana's apartment to assist in a sliced foot incident. This was due to an  attack made by shattered glass that cut the top of Nana's foot rather badly. 

All this made us wonder. . . Is this place safe? 

We did our best to make due in this breathtaking land: 

We woke to the sun peeking over the water, warming our sleepy faces every morning . . . like clock work.  

We saw cousin Beth and her son Micheal. We learned it is not only good to know a nurse, it is good to know a pharmacist when you need one too.  

As Micheal fished, his mom saved the day by assisting with the medications our mother was taking for the pain from "the" fall. 

We went for long walks and suffered through these glorious warm days with the wind blowing through our hair and the smell of the ocean tickling our senses. 

 

On their way home, my sister Margaret and her boys who had also been visiting, stopped by our Father's old stomping grounds  Kennedy Space Center. Margaret wanted to make sure things were still running smoothly and the final launch of Space Shuttle Discovery would be off on time. 

This was a good thing too, those of us that stayed behind wanted to see a rocket in the sky once again. 

The feeling of watching the rocket take off brought back so many warms memories of years gone past. I could feel our Father's spirit soring as high as the rocket that was launched. 

It was good to back again in this place that we loved,

 to feel the sand on our finger tips again, 

and watch the sun sink into the bay as it whispered it's good night. 

To some of us . . .the best part of going to Florida was not playing in the salt water and feeling the warmth of the sun on our back; 

 It was going home and making sure EVERYONE was where they need to be. 

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