I grew with this lady in the picture. She changed my diapers, held me, feed me food she shouldn't have, and I spent most of my life with her as my Nina. The woman who kept this picture and many more of me, I did not have the privilege to grow up with. I met her later in life. I don't have baby pictures with her, well, not many pictures with her at all. I'm low key melancholy from that fact I didn't get the same opportunities that my cousins did growing up (I am fully aware I can't change the past and I am NOT bitter about that part of my life! I'm just simply stating a feeling that I have processed and understand that God's plans are much bigger than mine 😉). The common thing these women had is that I am their granddaughter. They both transition to the next life in the month of October. I lost the woman in the picture 5 years ago and I lost the woman that had this picture last week. What I didn't expect is to feel is the wave of emotions as I celebrated their lives. Two different woman, two total stages of life with each of them, but one women that was impacted by their lives and stories.