If you find yourself standing on the edge of something scary, or if you’ve recently taken a tumble into the muck of life, remember the woman in the floral housecoat.
Eventually, the day came when the waters grew still. In her final days, when the hospice nurses were tending to her, I sat by her bed and held her hand. It was dry and papery, a far cry from the mud-slicked hand that had reached for mine at the riverbank. My Grandmother -Grandma- you-re wet- -Final- By...
My Grandmother: "Grandma, You’re Wet" – The Final Lesson by the River If you find yourself standing on the edge
I whispered to her, "Grandma, you're wet," a callback to our private joke. My Grandmother -Grandma- you-re wet- -Final- By...