A minha avó era daquelas avós “a sério”. O tipo de avó que eu gostaria de ser…
Contou-me histórias de encanto e de encantar e criou no meu espírito um lugar para a magia e fantasia.
Nos dias mais “cinzentos” tinha sempre um mimo à minha espera e, assim, aprendi a dar valor às surpresas que o dia-a-dia nos reserva.
Ah! Como era delicioso o cheiro dos bolos acabados de fazer, que invadia a casa em dias de chuva! Era um cheiro que entrava em nós e aquecia-nos por dentro.
Com ela percebi que são as pequenas coisas que dão sabor à vida. E com ela desabrochou em mim a confiança no ser humano.
Fez-me acreditar no Amor sem condições, nem medida. Fez-me acreditar em mim e na luta pela minha felicidade. Percebi que apesar de não ser o centro do Universo, para ela era como se eu fosse. Descobri que era uma pessoa com qualidades e com defeitos que podia e devia corrigir; com problemas e soluções; risos e lágrimas e que podia sempre, sempre contar com ela.
Ensinou-me a nunca cruzar os braços, a enfrentar os meus medos e desafios da vida, mas acima de tudo, ensinou-me que o caminho para a felicidade, passa sempre por dar o meu melhor ao serviço dos outros.
Era uma Avó a valer!

Nana

My grandmother was the kind of grandmother who felt like home—one of those real grandmothers, the kind I hope to become one day. She filled my world with stories, the kind that spark wonder and weave magic into the fabric of everyday life. Through her tales, she gave me a place in my spirit where imagination could live freely, where dreams could take flight.
On the dullest, greyest days, she always had a small comfort waiting for me—something sweet, something warm, something that said, you are loved. Because of her, I learned to treasure the quiet surprises that each day can bring.
I can still remember the smell of her cakes, fresh out of the oven, drifting through the house on rainy afternoons. It was a scent that did more than fill a room—it filled hearts. It wrapped around you like a blanket, warming you from the inside out.
With her, I learned that life’s beauty lies in the simplest things. A shared smile. A kind gesture. A soft touch. And because of her, I learned to believe in people. She showed me what unconditional love looks like—steady, unwavering, and infinite. She taught me to believe in myself and to fight for my happiness. I wasn’t the center of the universe, I knew that—but to her, it always felt like I was.
She helped me understand that I was a whole person—flaws and all. That I had the power to grow, to change, to face problems and find solutions. That my life would be full of laughter and tears, and that no matter what, I could always count on her.
She taught me not to stand still with folded arms, but to face my fears and take on life’s challenges with courage. And more than anything, she taught me that the path to true happiness begins when we give our best in service to others.
She was a grandmother through and through—steadfast, gentle, wise. A true grandmother. A treasure.