My Grandmother came to town about a week ago, and is headed back to DC first thing tomorrow. She looks a lot better (a LOT better) than she did when I saw her in July, and I’m super-glad she got to come out here. She got to get piled on by great-grandkids, plied with food she can no longer really digest, and kept up late by enthusiastic nieces and nephews of three generations.
She was in town for her sister’s 90th birthday, and and accompanying reunion. It was heartwarming to see everybody (or at least a sizeable fraction of “everybody”) together for the assorted events.
This afternoon Grandma came over to our place, went to church with us (so that she could sleep through my Sunday School lesson), and joined us for dinner before heading up to SLC. I’m a little sad because I know she’s got a very limited amount of time left here on Planet Earth*, and I may not have a chance to get back to see her before she’s gone for good. But this was a good time, and we got lots of pictures, so I’m chalking the melancholy up to “things I can’t change” and just focusing on the happiness we’ve shared in the last few days.
*Note: If you don’t believe in an afterlife, feel free to believe that my Grandma is a space alien and the mothership will be coming to take her away, thus preserving the truth in my comment about “Planet Earth.”