Loss seems to be a bigger part of life as each year passes. Miss Pat is one of the most beautiful people I have had in my life. Tall, athletic, and socially active. A wealth of life experiences and keen intellect peppering her conversation. A warm, generous and caring friend to everyone she met. Even into her nineties she was driving herself where ever she wanted to go until just about this time last year. Then a fall and slow physical recovery. Mobility lost. Subtle slips in memory. Her family in the north decided it was no longer an option for her to keep her home in Florida. They found her an assisted living place near to them. She fiercely resisted and then she adjusted quickly, making new friends and starting a new phase of an eventful life. Her son brought her to Florida to say good-bye to her friends here. A dozen of us gathered in my home to wish her well and laugh and reminisce. And let our hearts break just a little bit and let tears push at the back of our eyes even as ...
"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown