Park City, Utah. Fall 2010.
It is days like today that I wish we didn't live in Boston. My wonderful 84 year-old grandmother received some terrible health news this afternoon, news that will unfortunately be what will take her from this life. I wish nothing more than to be in her living room, sitting next to her as I watch her skillful fingers work on her intricate needlepoint. I'd grab a Dr Pepper for her and a Coke for me and we'd catch up on all that is going on in our lives. She'd fill me in on the latest ward drama. I'd fill her in on my excitement and fear of becoming a new mom. She'd tell me about raising her 5 children all while teaching home economics. I'd ask her to remind me how to do a stitch in my very basic cross-stitch and that I still want her to teach me to knit. She'd say, "Oh, it's so easy" and happily direct me to her bin of yarn. I'd rummage through her yarn thinking how I wish I knew half of all that she knows about 'keeping a home.' And I'd think how happy I am to have her in my life.
She is my grandmother. And she is my friend. I am not ready to let her go. Please, let her be around long enough to meet her first great-grand baby.