Ten days after I got back to MA, ten day after my dad’s memorial service, the message came that Gram was about to pass. And for eight weeks, I had thought I was going to be okay with that message, that after everything we had gone through – I was going to be okay with that message. But I wasn’t, and ten days after I had been home in MA, I was packing up and heading to CT. Again.
-there about fourteen stories I have to tell you in this one post to get to the ending, so please hold on, I’ll get there.
When Papa was in the hospital – I had a lot of new CT area code numbers in my phone. And one day when I meant to dial my mother – I dialed my grandfather. Read the rest of this entry