For Flo.

When I leave for a trip, I always forget something important and remember at the last minute. It doesn't really feel like vacation until I've raced back into the house to grab that one oh-so-necessary thing that of course I'd managed to leave behind.

Here I am, running back in and throwing the lights back on, with one last thing I have to tell you. Remember my amazing, wonderful grandmother? Who, at 95, was still going to work several days a week, living a full and independent life on the Upper West Side, and dazzling all of us with her razor-sharp wit? Suddenly, she's not doing so well. In a matter of weeks, she has become home-bound, exhausted, and in constant discomfort. We're not quite sure what's causing her decline, but it has been rapid and terrifying for her and those who love her.

If you're the praying kind, would you mind saying a few for my grandma? And if (like me) you're not, could you at least send some strong, healthy thoughts her way?

OK. I'll be going now (but I think I'll be back again).

Comments

[Scheherazade H.]

I hope whatever is ailing your grandmother is only temporary.

[Caz]

I have been remiss in commenting ... I do hope your grandmother is on the mend. She's in my prayers.