January 11; Patricia Campbell
Today is the day my Nana was born, some 60 odd years ago. She is no longer with us, she past away just about 6 years ago. My Nana was honestly the sweetest woman you could ever meet. She wanted nothing but everyone around her to feel safe, loved, appreciated, comfortable, and to hear the word of god. She was such a beautiful lady, she had a smooth soft brown skin complexion, a gorgeous smile that always brightened my day, she was a slightly heavier set woman as she got older, her hair was straight and longg down her back. Her nationality was Native American, Black, and Irish, as am I.
My Nana was more than just a grandmother to me, honestly she was my best friend. I could talk to her about absolutely anything and she'd always understand. I spent most of my time with her and had some of the best times I'll probably ever have. I was her little angel, she loved me unconditionally and it showed. She taught me everything I know, she taught me how to act like a young lady, how to respect others, and most importantly she taught me how to love. My Nana was so forgiving, you could do something so wrong yet she'd still look at you and smile and find a way to forgive you and make everything right againn.
I remember once when i was only about 8 or nine years old she called me into her room, had me sit on the bed and she sang me a song. At that age although I listened, I couldn't quite understand why she had done this. The song she sung was called "Darling Girl" by Yolanda Adams. As I look back on the lyrics I finally understand why she did this. It was just another way of her showing how much she loved me. Every time I hear the song now I can't help but cry. She had this way of making me feel so special, like I could do no wrong. I would hate to ever disappoint her.
After she died, my mom, my two brothers and I all moved to Gardena. I remember so many times locking myself in that bathroom, turning on all the water, lighting a candle and crying my eyes out while looking at her pictures. No one knows this but i sometimes still do. The slightest thought of her or mention of her name is enough to make me shed a tear. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel her arms around me hugging me, and I wish she'd never let go. Though lately her touch is beginning to fade further and further away, and it scares me more than anything. When you lose someone so close to you, you sometimes never get over it. Sure life goes on but that pain never goes away. I lost my Best friend, My hero, and I felt as though my own life had been taken away..
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