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Social Connections

“The need for connection and community is primal, as fundamental as the need for air, water and food”

– Dean Ornish, Physician and Researcher

In today’s blog post, I am switching up the format again. This post includes a very personal story about my Nana and how her legacy has shaped my thinking on my priorities and life recently. This blog post ushers in October – and during this new month, my blog posts will be focused on relationships – those with family, friends and romantic partners. As always, looking forward to hearing your thoughts, comments and feedback 😊

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My Nana went into the hospital in December 2014. I assumed this was like the times before – she would be in the hospital for a few days or weeks and then return back to her beloved home in Merrick. My Papa had passed away 10 years prior and one by one, each one of her friends had passed away. She would spend her days watching Law & Order, playing solitaire, reading Danielle Steel books and getting her hair done (I guess I know where our family DryBar addiction comes from). My Mom would visit my Nana every Wednesday and they’d go to Cheesecake Factory and whatever doctor appointments my Nana begrudgingly agreed to go to (she only believed in doctors that told her she was perfectly healthy, despite her diabetes and 40+ years of smoking).

I thought to myself – this is just another time. I had OCR coming up, which was the most important thing in my life at the time – it was a job fair that would determine my summer internship and ultimately, my life-long career. And my Nana was the most selfless person in the world – she wouldn’t die during this very stressful period in my life (in hindsight – what a selfish remark from me)

… But my Nana died on January 7, 2015. We had a funeral. I cried and felt so bad for my Mom, but I don’t remember much else beyond that. I wasn’t fully present during the mourning period, probably reciting my response to the “Tell me about yourself” interview question in the back of my mind. When I got back on Penn’s campus after the funeral, I told 2 friends, they hugged me and I teared up, but immediately re-directed my attention back to OCR.

I never properly mourned the death of my Nana. Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about her because she was the happiest person I knew.

MY NANA

MY NANA