Rest in eternal peace, Nanny. She was born during the Great Depression. She became an orphan at a very young age and was raised by French nuns in Tarrytown. She loved it. She was born a Fuchs, then became a Sagona, then a Kelly. She watched all the men in her life go to war. She saved every piece of tin foil that crossed her path. And every ziplock. And every twist tie. She gave birth to my mother with her second husband. She hated pizza. She loved eggo waffles. She had dozens of colorful moo moos. She was a bridge shark. And parcheesi. And she cheated at boggle. She made the people around her more tender. She was accepting of everyone and would say things like “it takes all kinds.” She was the oldest person that I ever knew. Last week I asked her if she was afraid to die and she said “No. No Katie, I’m not afraid.” I feel her love from the great beyond.