Mary Rose
My grandmother is not doing well. Her health is failing and she has stopped excersizing, leaving the house and eating/drinking enough. She is often airy, her thoughts floating, and she is rarely the sharp, loving, beautiful and witty woman I have looked up to all of my life or my friend, who I sat with for hours talking with at the kitchen table.
But
I called her and we chatted a bit. Then out of nowhere, she called me a sweetheart and in our usual self depricating, oinery way i replied that, well, I sure am something... In a moment of total clariety and seriousness she replied that yes, you really are something. You are so special. Don't forget it. I love you.
I really needed that.
I really need her. I don't want her to go.
But
I called her and we chatted a bit. Then out of nowhere, she called me a sweetheart and in our usual self depricating, oinery way i replied that, well, I sure am something... In a moment of total clariety and seriousness she replied that yes, you really are something. You are so special. Don't forget it. I love you.
I really needed that.
I really need her. I don't want her to go.