“Ride or Die!”

My Nana, Joyce Wells Jones (January 22, 1956-) is like my other half. Without her I don’t know what I would think or do sometimes because as she says, I’m “dingier than a fruitcake.”  The nicknames she’s given me have changed over time. When I was a baby, she would call me ‘munchie’ because I would eat so much. Now she calls me ‘big head’.  I love her storytelling. But most of all, I love watching movies (especially Christmas movies) together while she drinks Pepsi and I have hot chocolate. I think we’ve seen every Home Alone movie made- multiple times.

She always told me, even when I was a little kid that “me and Papa will always be there for y’all [me and my mother] no matter what!”  When my Nana got cancer I was so devastated. I stuck by her side until she got better. Every weekend I spent the night and everyday I called. Not only because I love her, but also because I wasn’t ready to lose my other half. Ever since then, she has been trying to pay me back but honestly she doesn’t have to buy me new clothes or give me money to pay me back. All she really has to do is stay here as long as she can. My Nana is a true black grandmother for how strong and dependable she is and that is why she will always be in my heart and I will never forget her.💖😍😘😘