Lorraine Nichols

My mother’s mother was a storyteller. She was also a painter, a reiki practitioner, an avid reader, and an antique aficionado. She had an aristocrat’s flair with the skills of a farm hand.

Lorraine was so memorable that a friend of mine remembered seeing her in a library in 1970 and recognized her forty years later.

One of her biggest talents was to make things happen. She meditated every morning on what she wanted and then told god what to do.

So when she died on her 95th birthday after blowing out the candle on her birthday cake, it kind of felt like she had manifested her exit.

Happy Birthday, Lorraine Nichols. I know you are exactly where you imagined yourself to be.