Nana: My grandmother Anne Gillis

Nana: My grandmother Anne Gillis

by Robert Gillis


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For anyone who has ever loved a senior citizen, this book will touch your heart. Anne Gillis, my Nana. I loved her dearly. What began as a stop to drop off the newspaper blossomed into a very special responsibility lasting over two decades. I visited her daily since I was five; I shopped for her, watched out for her, took care of household repairs as I got older, and listened as she talked about her remarkable life. After Nana died, I started writing about her, and found that there could be no better way to accept her passing than by celebrating her life. This book is a very personal, special story that I would like to share with you.

From the author:
Nana gave me so much. It�s because of Nana that I love senior citizens so much, and recognize them for the treasure they are. It�s because of her that I am interested in my family history, and history in general. It�s because of her that I want to help other people. Despite her melancholy and often-gloomy outlook on life, she was wiser than she ever imagined and made a great difference in my life. For that and so much more, I am so very grateful to her. This is our story.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781420879315
Publisher: Author Solutions Inc
Publication date: 01/28/2006
Pages: 180
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.41(d)

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I listened for a long time, just holding her hand and reassuring her that everything was fine. Finally, I said, "Nana, I�ve always done my best to take care of you and I promise you that as long as I�m around, you�re going to be fine. I will stay right here with you and I won�t let anything happen to you. I promise you that I�ll take care of you for the rest of your life. I�ve always been there for you. I promise that I�ll watch over you and take care of you." Suitably reassured, Nana closed her eyes and fell asleep. I tiptoed quietly out of the room, but Nana woke up a little later so we talked some more. Eventually, she fell asleep for the night. I went to bed, but I was restless. I�d long since accepted my responsibility toward Nana, but that night put things in a new light. For the first time, I acknowledged that Nana really was getting old, and it occurred to me how often Nana thought about her mortality, and how much she feared being alone. I promised myself that as long as I was alive, Nana would never be alone.

Table of Contents

Boston & the Early Years
Mother and son move to 10 Trull Street
The Uphams Corner Rest Home
"Annie, there was too much put on your shoulders"
Transitions, marriage, and grandchildren
My daily visit with Nana
Nana's problem
The Nana I remember
At home at 10 Trull Street
Working with Dad
Tenant troubles
Old friends, new friends
A broken hip, a joyous homecoming and a compromise
Losing Dad
Carrying on, growing older, growing up
Rebirth and Nostalgia
A visit with Nana
Moving, Thanksgiving at the hospital and another homecoming
A new lease on life
Life goes on, holidays, and two more trips to Maryland
A visit with Nana part two
Nana growing older
Saint Joseph Rest Home
The stroke and its aftermath
After Nana
Saying goodbye to 10 Trull Street

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