I lit my father's memorial candle every night before bed as a beacon to come get Nanny. In the light of the morning, seeing she was still with us, I would blow it out. On her last morning, when she finally passed away it was still dark outside. I went to my room to blow out the candle, but it was already out. I feel in my heart, I do believe, my father blew out that candle as a signal that he had received Nanny into the house of God. All is well. I will miss her dearly, but her loving memory...
Toni Jo Coppa
September 16, 2015 | Portland, ME