I learned this morning that my grandmother had a stroke, and that she was in the ICU, and that it was one of those situations that it was important to see her right away, just in case.
When I saw her, it was as if I was not seeing her; she looked like her worst prognosis, and yet when I held her hand—her one working hand—she spun my wedding band on my finger and looked at me with her intense blue eyes.
Let’s just say that I thought she was trying to tell me something, and the message was loud and clear.
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