Today (October 30th) would’ve been my grandmother’s (who I fondly called Nanny) 91st birthday. Nanny heartbreakingly passed away just shy of her 89th birthday on what would be the most painful day for my entire family, a community and for the generations to come. In addition to my mother and father, Nanny was definitely instrumental in every aspect of my upbringing. She nurtured my belly, my spirit and my love for basketball. Throughout all of my achievements Nanny cheered me on.

Next to the love for her family, Nanny adored her front and back yard gardens. She knew every species of plants and flowers around. She planted fruits and vegetables with ease and enjoyment. I tried my best to keep my basketballs from going in her yard but sometimes my jumper was a little off. Nanny would always know when a ball hit a batch of collard greens or brushed up against the sunflowers.

Now that I sit and reflect I realize that Nanny’s garden extended far beyond her yard work. She planted so many seeds within me; some that sprouted years ago, continue to flourish and others that are just now taking shape. I am beyond grateful that I paid attention on how to take care of a garden so that I can plant the best seeds within my children…THANK YOU Nanny!

Oh, by the way my collard greens and gravy are almost as good as Nanny’s cooking.

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