Precious Memory

My brother DeWayne and I often spent the night with my Nannie Jackson in her home at Route 1 Jefferson.

The bedtime ritual was we all three climbed into her double bed. We each prayed silently.

When we had finished our prayers each one of us would individual say out loud “Amen” when we were done praying.

None of us would talk until everyone had said “Amen.”Then, my Nannie Jackson would always say, “If you need me, call me.”

I never realized how blessed I was until I became a Nannie. Now, I tell my grandbabies “if you need me, call me.”