This is Grandma and me in Houston last year when she got a grim prognosis. We went on to NASA for a distraction, and that's where I found out she is a part-time astronaut---I had no idea she's so fascinated with space travel. In this picture we are sitting in a theater where a movie about space travel is shown every hour or so, only we sneaked in through the exit between viewings so that we could sit down and rest. Since no employees were there to stop him, my husband went down to the front of the theater and got behind a podium to make a speech about chili-dogs. When the film began later we realized that JFK had made a speech from behind that podium.
It's been a little more than a year since this day, and there's been lots of time to talk with her since. It's just never enough. I'm realizing our conversation yesterday morning was probably the last, and I feel really desperate for more. More more more.
But I'm trying to accept that I'm not a part of the rest of her time here. She's been talking in her sleep to folks who have already passed on, and secret plans are being made between them.
I have been and will continue to be away from the computer a lot this month with my grandma. I've been reading emails, but can't always write back from her old computer, so there's why ya might not get a response. Or maybe I don't have anything to say right now, and that has nothing to do with you personally, be sure of that. It's not often that I have nothing to say, so use this is as a nice little vacation for yourself.
I'll be back soon to revamp the website and post some more of my misadventures here.