for a while, the last please

In the last week and a bit, we have been to three funerals.

All were women, all were friends.

One was a year younger than my mother would have been. One was within a few months of my age, an one the age of a beloved daughter of mine.

They were all good women.

Elizabeth, who was born a year after my mother, came to our town some years ago when her granddaughter was going through a divorce and had three small children. She told her son that granddaughter needed her.

She did what had to be done and a lot more. Her grandson, who is about 12, wept deeply at the service. She had been there his whole life. He, above all, will miss her.

Grandmothers are so special. If you have one, hug her, write her, call her. If you do not, find a “grandmother” that needs a bit of attention and adopt her!