Nanny Lucy.
My Dad Facebooked me and asked me to call my grandmother because she was a little sick. I had a good chance to catch up with her and my Aunt was there too. I haven't said much about my "Nanny Lucy" but she has always been a rock in my Dad's family. Literally.
As a child, we would go up to the northern part of New Zealand to a place called Murupara. We'd usually stay with Nanny and she would always be up at the crack of dawn making us breakfast. Really love her. Oh, did I mention that she had twelve kids? Ha ha. She's not even Mormon.
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The last line made this post. :)
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