We walk into her room. It's dark with the exception of some sunlight and a gentle spring breeze that streams thru an open window. I see her there in a sunbeam. My world collapses. That's not my grandma I hugged just 6 months earlier ...but it is. A skeleton with skin hanging on it lying… Continue reading 34. That Year, 1977, I Hate This Part
Month: March 2021
33. That Year, 1977
Christmas '76 would turnout to be the beginning of a year of drastic change. Grandma and Grandpa spent Christmas with Uncle Wayne's family this year...or so I assumed. They had to rotate among our many aunts and uncles so we only got them at Christmas once in awhile. This also meant that we would be… Continue reading 33. That Year, 1977