I am 22 years old now, and i still remember going to my Nina's house and playing in her big yard, and playing with the little toys she had hidden in a bin in the hallway closet. She had me spend the night over her house whenever possible. When my dad Ray got sick i spent a week with her at the house when my mom and dad went to new york. I have never been able to call her grandma, because ever since i was 5 years old she has always been my Nina. There is no other word sweeter to describe someone as wonderful as she was. My sister Anna and i would always kidnap some of her delicious deviled eggs when the holidays came. and we always got chased by Grandpa Steve and the broom. But we did get him back one day. i remember getting muddy and messy from playing in her little creek in the back yard. she would always laugh and say how silly i was. She always called me her little princess, even when i made mistakes. When my dad passed away i held onto her tighter because i knew she was the closest thing i would have to him, aside from my aunt sherry. she got me into doing puzzles, and baking because she always made the most amazing cookies. and she was always there to listen to me, without judgement. right now her passing hurts me more than anything has since my fathers passing, but for her i am going to pick up the pieces and do exactly what she has always told me to do! I Love My Nina! and i am going to miss her terribly!