Phone rang around 11pm tonight. I hate those phone calls, late enough that you bitch about it as you go to answer...
Then you answer and it's a serious call. Family notifying you that your grandmother has passed. At first you are stunned, you just saw her a few months ago. Your time was limited, since she moved to FL, then family tensions. But all that looked to be set behind and you were making plans to go down and see her in the winter/spring.
Why is it that you always end up feeling like you didn't spend enough time together with family, but only after they are really gone? And why is it that the biggest amount of guilt is over bitching about the phone ringing two min before.
Rest In Peace, Nancy Wolf. My Grandmother and the person who introduced me to Sherlock Holmes and the wonders of solving mysteries that has fueled my life and so many fascinations there in.
Then you answer and it's a serious call. Family notifying you that your grandmother has passed. At first you are stunned, you just saw her a few months ago. Your time was limited, since she moved to FL, then family tensions. But all that looked to be set behind and you were making plans to go down and see her in the winter/spring.
Why is it that you always end up feeling like you didn't spend enough time together with family, but only after they are really gone? And why is it that the biggest amount of guilt is over bitching about the phone ringing two min before.
Rest In Peace, Nancy Wolf. My Grandmother and the person who introduced me to Sherlock Holmes and the wonders of solving mysteries that has fueled my life and so many fascinations there in.
