Nancy Ann Peterson

Nancy, My beloved Grandmother in 2007. (It is an image taken by her personal Mary Kay photographers.)

Nancy Peterson is my Grandmother. She is also a mother to me. Nancy has a very difficult job of playing two roles in my life, ever since my mother (Kathy Peterson) died (her daughter). I believe that she does an excellent job! She is the most cheery, outgoing, loving, caring, most helpful person I have ever met. She has always wanted the best for me.

My grandmother has been raising me ever since I was born. I was always so excited to go to grandma's house! She just spoiled me rotten, which isn't always a bad thing when you do it the right way. On July 13th, 2000 my mother died. This hurt the whole family terribly, especially my grandmother. Immediately after my mother died she was in the hospital with horrible health problems and close to death. I was worried I might lose her too. After about a week or two in the hospital she was let out and sent home. Thank god! Ever since her hardships in the hospital she has been by my side through it all. She taught me how to cook, how to drive, how to tie my shoes, how to clean (her favorite even though I don't always do it). She taught me almost everything I know. The moral of the story is she was a very selfless person who only cared about others and not herself. I can come home from work still to this day and talk to her like she is my very best friend. I cherish those moments, They mean the most to me. We no longer fight anymore as we used to. Not being home much has given us our distance but brought us so much closer. She has gotten me through all the hardships in my life with her great advice "Don't be the victim, Become the Survivor." That I will never forget.

My Grandmother lives in Denver, Colorado. In my opinion the best place on earth! She lives in a little house with a huge yard filled with flowers. It's like you walk into a whole other world when you walk into her amazing garden.

Nancy Ann Peterson, My grandmother is important to me because of the way she has changed my outlook on things. The things she has sacrificed for me (Being a Grandmother, and Becoming a Mother). The countless times she has stayed up late wondering when I will be home from work and if I am ok. Hoping and wishing I was doing well in school and if I wasn't, financing summer school so I could catch up. She has opened every door possible for me to go through, and has given me the great push towards the good ones. She just has been the cheese to my macaroni, the rock to my mountain, and the love in my heart. She deserves the biggest medal in history in honor of being herself. I Love you Grandma!