Nonna, Abuela, YaYa, Bibi, Awa, and Babuska, are all names for Grandmother from countries around the world. My “Nana” was my Mother’s mother. Some of my oldest and fondest memories are being rocked in her arms in the small rocker that had come across America in a covered wagon. I remember the love in her eyes and her sweet voice lulling me to sleep. The cookie jar was always filled with homemade chocolate chip cookies. She let me be me and more than any other person in my life, she showed me what unconditional love was like. She lived in a retirement community from age seventy-two until she passed away at age one-hundred and four. While there, she encouraged women to knit, crochet, and do needlepoint, all crafts of women from her era. All the items were then sold at a bazaar. It became an annual event and with the first money raised they purchased an ice cream machine for their community. What I wanted most growing up was to be like my “Nana,” loving, creative, compassionate, and giving.