One of my favorite memories i have of my Nana are when she would sit on the couch and talk on the phone, when she did that i would lay down, with my head on her lap and she would slowly scratch my head. It was the best feeling ever.
Now this memory isn't about me and her but i witness it. Every morning on the weekend she would sit out in the garage with my grandpa and they would just talk and sip their coffee. It was really nice to know that they loved each other so much.
My third memory of my nana is when she would and my grandpa would pick us up half way to where they lived. There was this gas station that they always picked us up from, and my mom would drop us off and we would spend a awesome weekend with them. It was so fun they would buy us our favorite chips and everything. But to see them there waiting for us felt really nice.