Saturday night my parents pick me up. A man is dying; we are going to the hospital.
My mother says: That story on your blog, about the wheelchair. Is that for real?
(Yes).
My dad tells a story from earlier in the day. Mike is helping some old lady in a wheelchair get from one side of the hospital to the other. The old lady says to him: Is this Friday?
No, it's Saturday, he tells her. And she goes, "Well then, can you hurry up?"
This is how we deal with things, we laugh.
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Today we have a service. We listen to the pastor. We hug my grandmother. We lift up our voices in song. I set aside my grievances. You were the best grandfather you could be.
Papa and Leslie (15 months old).
I'm sorry for your loss Les! My thoughts are with your family.
Posted by: Jenn | January 22, 2009 at 10:58 AM
xoxoxoxo
(I'll give you real ones in person when you are up for it.)
Posted by: Paprika | January 22, 2009 at 06:12 PM
Hes in amazing company on the other side :)
Posted by: ocean | March 10, 2009 at 04:27 PM