Good day, Sunday.

Sandy gave you a bath and made some nice pork chops and fried squash from Sarah's garden. I wrote the dinner menu on the message board to make you smile...you did. After dinner we played Sequence while we listened to the oldies on the radio. You & I swept all three games. You said, "I need to get back to the casino while I'm still hot!" It's a date.

Wednesday 7/19

Chase watched you as Sonny helped you into your chair today. "Is Gramma sick?" he asked.  "Yes...a little," I said.  He stared at you for a long time. I watched his eyes.  He was trying to process this thing called "old."  He then walked over to you and handed you his car. 

7/16/17. Sunday morning. Yesterday you asked Sandy what you should do. She wept. You sense the end is near. You long for it. You ask God for it. He seems to be listening. I miss you already. Chase will miss you. I don't know how I'm going to explain it to him when he can't see you anymore. I really don't understand it myself. Time is fleeting. So much to say. So little time. Rest for now.