Mom: (singing) Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows but Jesus. Me: ...and that bitch TALKS. Mom: Christ, Elly. You've such a trashy mouth.
Sunrise
I padded down the carpeted steps, pausing on the landing to absorb the lavender light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling window. Turning to descend the last several steps, my grandfather's milky eyes supervised the endeavor as he peered out from the family portrait at the bottom of the stairs. My attention…
Grandpa
My grandpa died yesterday afternoon - a nice, quiet, painless death at the age of 88. Now his body will go to Duke where they can collect what they need, then he'll be transported back to Marion, NC where he can join his wives. I don't usually do re-posts, but…