“Sari I’ve missed you!” Nanna nearly smothered me in a hug.
“I’ve missed you too Nanna.” I clung to her like a lifeline.
I thanked the Lord silently for Nanna making it to visit me safely. I couldn’t imagine how badly I would have felt if something happened to Nanna, but she was a strong woman as she said, and she could take care of herself. I knew she spoke the truth when she said that.
“Nanna are you going to be okay at my apartment?” I asked.
“Of course I am going to be okay Sari. I will be okay wherever I am at as long as God goes with me, and he goes with me everywhere I go.”
“I’m learning to do the same. I am afraid I neglected your advise for awhile, and pushed the Lord to the side, but that just does not work. I need him to be first in my life.”
“Sari I am glad you are learning that lesson I am afraid some never do.”
“I know Nanna. I guess this all kind of gave me a wake up call.”
“I’m not glad that this happened sweetie, but I am glad something good came out of it.” Nanna told me.
I felt the same way. If something bad had to happen at least something good could come out of it. Maybe two things good were coming out of this growing closer to the Lord, and I prayed that it would also help find Jenna’s parents killer. It upset me that it took this for an interest in finding Jenna’s killer. It did not hurt that I was a known name and I knew that. At least locally, it wasn’t like I was Barbara Walters, but locally I was known by those that watched the local news.
I looked at Nanna knowing that she was a large part of the reason I had come so far. She and my parents had believed in me they had encouraged me and Nanna had always told me to remember to put the Lord first, now I knew I was never going to forget that advise. I would not allow myself to forget that. Nanna was right Jesus needed to remain the center of my life, no matter which story I was chasing.
I wondered if I would be given the chance to chase stories again.
I certainly hoped so. I could not imagine my life without being a reporter. I had dreamed of reporting the news since I was a little girl. Nanna told me even as a very little girl I was pretending to be a reporter, holding a hair brush making up news stories to tell to my teddy bears and dolls. She even shared with me pictures to back up her story, and I had to smile because I could vaguely remember doing that.
“Sari are you okay?” Nanna asked me, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Yeah I was just thinking.”
“You’re worrying about your career aren’t you Sari?”
Nanna knew me so well that sometimes I felt as if she knew me better than I knew myself.
“Sari you were paralyzed from the waist down, that means you can’t walk, it doesn’t mean you can’t report.” Nanna told me.
I nodded knowing she was right. Why was I worrying? The Lord’s will would be done, but still I worried.
“Sari worrying isn’t going to do you any good.”
How did she know me so well?
I listened as Nanna talked, comforted by her words. She knew what to say to make me feel better, and she knew how to make me believe that the Lord was really going to get me through this. I knew that deep down, but it helped hearing Nanna encouraging me too, even reading scriptures which comforted me even more.
I didn’t know what I would do without with out Nanna. She was the rock of our family, but I knew one day the Lord would call her home I just prayed it would not be one day soon. Nanna kept saying she had a lot of living left to do, but she would be ready when the Lord called her home. I prayed the same would be true for me as well.
“Nanna I am glad you’re here.” I said again.
“Sari I am glad to be here too sweetie. I’ve missed you. I forgot to tell you earlier that I have thought of moving back to California. I want to be closer to you and your Mom.”
“Really Nanna. You would leave Boston?”
“Yes going through those bitter winters I don’t know why I ever left to begin with.”
“Nanna I would be happy if you would move back, if you are sure that’s what you want.”
“Believe me it’s what I want sweetie. My old bones don’t do those winters to well.”
“Nanna from what you have told me about those winters I do not think I would do them to well either.”
“Well one day if you are called to work in New York to be a reporter there you may get to find out. I believe you could be as good if not better than Barbara Walters.”
I smiled at the compliment, but then again Nanna was always saying things like that. She may be a little prejudice after all I was her granddaughter. It made me feel good though, but then again just having Nanna there made me feel good. She was going to stay for the court date she had told me and that was going to be a great help. I was nervous about seeing the man who had taken Jenna’s parents life, and had nearly taken mine.
I was going to face this monster David from a wheelchair, but I was going to face him. I had to think of it that way instead of dwelling on the fact that I would never be able to stand up in front of him, but that was going to have to be okay.
The fact was sometimes it didn’t feel like it was. At times I felt like my whole world was destroyed, but I could not dwell on that feeling to long. If I did I would be in a constant negative state, and I knew that would only make it harder for me the face reality. I didn’t need to be negative and skeptical about everything. I needed to have a good outlook on life.
“I’m glad you are going to come live here again.” I told Nanna honestly. “You can stay at my place as long as you need.”
“I already have a couple of prospects.”
“I’m glad to hear this Nanna. You’ve been missed.”
“I’ve missed all of you too. How’s your Mom and Dad?”
“They are doing okay. Mom is overly worried about me.”
“It’s only natural Sari. You are her little girl.”
“I’m not so little anymore Nanna.”
“You and I know that sweetie, but when you have a child you will understand.”
If I have a child. I need a husband first, and even if I get married I am not sure I will be able to have children.
“I know Nanna, but I just wish she would understand that when I get out of here I am not going to move in with her. I told her I would stay a few days for a visit but that was it.”
“I’ll talk to your Mom Sari. After all she is my daughter. She’ll listen to me.”
“I hope so.”