We said a sudden and sad goodbye to Grace last week. My husband's mother was 87 and was going to move into a brand new ( to her), freshly-decorated (by me) apartment in the assisted living section of the retirement community where she'd lived for eight years. She fell ill quickly and suffered little, thank heavens. My husband was with her in her last moments of awareness. She never saw her new little place---and though it seems minor and beside the point, I wish she had.
And here are the red tulips my husband brought for me to look at while I struggle to be patient. I'm better at being impatient, of course. Holding Grace in my heart, and Jonas, too, I'm looking forward to being on my road again.