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Now is the time for me to remember that while I don't have eros in my life right now, I have almost more philia than I know what to do with and certainly more agape than I know what to do with. Whoa, do I.
Highlight of the day: being told that Dacie's had already been cleaned and my assignment for the afternoon was to bake a double batch of cookies and deliver them to the Dean's office, Custodial Services, etc. It was like being the Valentine fairy.
My mom called a little while ago and told me my grandma is dying. She's been sick for quite awhile, so this isn't a shock. I haven't been close to her since I was a kid; I didn't even go see her over Christmas break. Still, I have good memories of her. She let my sister and me come over any time we wanted and would serve us hot chocolate and cheese and crackers. She was always quiet and proper and disdained talk of uncomfortable subjects, yet she let Hannah and me be our rather boisterous selves, even letting us play Sousa at top volume on her record player and march around her house. When I think of her, I remember her still rather reddish hair (apparently the first thing Grandpa ever said to her was, "My goodness, you have red hair"), her kind laugh, and the way she would putter around the house reciting nursery rhymes to herself and whistling. So I might be going home later this week to say goodbye.
Happy day of love.
Highlight of the day: being told that Dacie's had already been cleaned and my assignment for the afternoon was to bake a double batch of cookies and deliver them to the Dean's office, Custodial Services, etc. It was like being the Valentine fairy.
My mom called a little while ago and told me my grandma is dying. She's been sick for quite awhile, so this isn't a shock. I haven't been close to her since I was a kid; I didn't even go see her over Christmas break. Still, I have good memories of her. She let my sister and me come over any time we wanted and would serve us hot chocolate and cheese and crackers. She was always quiet and proper and disdained talk of uncomfortable subjects, yet she let Hannah and me be our rather boisterous selves, even letting us play Sousa at top volume on her record player and march around her house. When I think of her, I remember her still rather reddish hair (apparently the first thing Grandpa ever said to her was, "My goodness, you have red hair"), her kind laugh, and the way she would putter around the house reciting nursery rhymes to herself and whistling. So I might be going home later this week to say goodbye.
Happy day of love.