It’s Wednesday. I thought that I would get to tell you all about the reindeer machine that I used at the gym that makes my arms strong. (I cannot be expected to remember the names of these things. It looks like a reindeer. The other one looks like a robot helicopter and there’s also a butterfly. The rest don’t fit. But that’s for another day.) When I finished with Trainer, I went to the locker room to grab my stuff and saw that I had a voice mail from my mom. I took a breath and decided that I should check the voice mail at home.
Late last week, my grandmother was moved into hospice care. She had Stage Four bone cancer. Fortunately, my mother flew to Flordia to be with her, as did many other family members.
When I got home, I listened to the voice mail. It was what I thought. My grandmother passed away.
(I love this photo. Three generations.)
Mommom, thank you for the many beautiful memories. I’m grateful in ways that words cannot express that Mom was there with you.