Saturday, July 28, 2007

Going home

“This is a nice place. If you sit here long enough, they bring you some coffee and a cookie, and they won’t take my money. They say it’s gratis.”

My grandmother was in the dining room when I found her, eating her dessert from an early dinner. She told me that she was on a trip, and this was not her home.

You’re right, Grandma. This is not our home. Soon you’ll be home with grandpa…and we’ll meet you there soon enough.

1 comment:

Donna. W said...

Hold on, Grandma. You'll be home before you know it.