Paula “Nana” Lomas
“Family” can be such a broad term we use to describe relatives, friends, and loved ones. For me, my Nana was the one who taught me what the word ‘family’ really means: a person who is always there, always loving, and always putting you ahead of their personal life.
It’s true what people say, “You don’t really know how much you miss someone until you’re unable to talk to them anymore.”
I remember growing up being blessed that she lived only two hours away. She would make the drive at least one weekend a month to see my baseball games as a kid, even if it was only for an hour. Looking back now, I see the sacrifice, I understand the time and effort it takes to put someone else first. As I got older, and had my own car, I drove up to see her as often as I could. One of my most vivid memories is convincing my college friends to make the drive to go to an In-n’-Out she lived next to, just so I could introduce them to her. That’s the kind of Nana she was, the one you want everyone to meet, the one you want to tell stories about.
I miss her smile, her cooking, and especially her laugh! She could fill you with joy with just a moment of laughter.
I’m thankful she knew our Lord Jesus Christ, it gives me confidence I’ll see her again.
I love you Nana, you’ll forever be remembered.