Wednesday * September 5, 2018 * 1:18 p.m. Hi Sweetpea, Nana is here to say Hi...how are you on your fluffy little cloud? Are you looking down on us and wondering what we are doing? I am laying low today, my allergies have me all congested & I have a minor headache. Enough of my complaining, I will go to church today at Our Lady of Fatima to honor Mother Teresa AKA St Teresa of Calcutta. Today is her feast day. She did so much for the poor & the sick. And you probably see me volunteering at the Gift of Mary shelter that is run by her order the Missionaries of Charity. They do so much for the homeless who have no place to go. All they need is a hot meal and a place to sleep at night. They provide that much and I help make food there, serve & clean up. My Mom, your great Grandmother Maria, would give food a burrito and coffee to the hobos who would walk down the alley on their way to who knows where. I guess I like to help because I got it from her. How did they know which house to go to? They would hang out by the backyard fence and wait...when she saw one she would quickly start making something. She did not let the man go hungry. I believe it was only one who came by. My Dad your grandpa did not like it, he told her te van a matar they will kill you, but that didn't stop her. I know you are with Mom & Dad and all the loved ones who have passed, I know you are in a better place & free from pain. It comforts me to know you are in Paradise, knowing that helps me cope with your loss Brandon. I will never forget you my first born Grandson, the apple of my eye. Love you to the Moon back always, Nana D