Judy, you loved us so well...
Thanks for everything, Judy. I miss the white Lincoln pulling up at the sidewalk dropping the boys and you giving me a full report on all they’d eaten.
Nate when Nana was with us....
The boys, among other things, miss “Banana Phone” blaring out of the car as you pulled away. Did you really listen to Raffi even when the boys were not in the car? Or did you just not know how to turn it off? They also miss cookouts on your deck and the free run of your driveway with trikes, bikes, and skateboards. I miss Easter brunch. Thulani still asks for “dirty rice” and I never listened when you tried to tell me how to make it.
Grown since Nana's days...
Thanks for being the “Chosen Nana” as you always told people who wondered how the whitest woman I knew (all that white powder!) often had two African American boys attached to her.
It was wild and I am grateful.
Rod
[The pastor who never got your vote when the church made the hire! “I don’t get it,” you said, “why do they have to go get some South African to come all the way here? There’s no one right here who can do it? All that money bringing an African no one knows.”]
Rest in peace Judy – you deserve it
Rod Smith and sons 