Hi, MeAnge,
I’m not over 50 (I’m in my 20s), but I made an account just to respond to this. I know it’s an old post, but I just had to send you a reply.
Your post brought me to tears. My nana was murdered this last year, and we were very, very close. She was the first person to hold me and always talked of how it was the proudest she had ever felt, and how she had never felt a bond like that before. She went home and left her abusive husband of 20 years the same night she met me. She needed to turn her life around so she could be a good Nana for me. She always said I saved her. She cried a lot on my birthdays and achievements, and I didn’t understand until I was older. Please don’t stop crying for your grandbaby. I cherish those moments, and in retrospect, it’s confirmation that she felt as strongly for me as I do for her. I wish she could have seen me cry out of love for her in return more while she was still alive.
I had moved back to my hometown to be closer to my grandparents about 6 months before her unexpected death - I am so grateful that I did.
I am very close with my great grandma as well, my nana’s mom. Since my nana was killed, we have spent as much time together as I can squeeze in. We both need it - as you can imagine.
She tells me stories about how my late great grandpa (her husband, my nana’s dad, ny papa) felt a force of love and pride he had never felt when I was born - his first great grand child. My granny loved to tell the story of the tears streaming down his cheeks when I was born, and how he couldn’t stop looking at me. And how he showed me off at church and began to cry. How he taught me to crawl because I would only butt-scoot. I’m crying now even thinking of him. I loved him so, so much. I am lucky enough to have such magical relationships with 3 of my grandparents.
I sob when I even think of my Granny. I just cherish her so much, and I would do anything in the world for her. It’s an overwhelming feeling of love. It’s scary to love anybody that much. Ever since my nana passed, I realize how rare and irreplaceable the unconditional love of my grandparents is. When she’s gone, I won’t fe a love like that again until I have my own grandbabies. This I know. And I can’t wait.
I found your post because I was googling “why can’t I stop crying because I love my Granny so much?” Thank you for the clarity. You helped me answer my own question. I hope you are enjoying your grandbabies. You’re a great Nana.
Sending Love,
Taylor