Happy birthday

One of my grandmothers-in-law turned ninety-one today. She is still sharp, and sly, and funny, but she’s less inclined to talk. She hurts, deeply. She broke her hip 2 months ago. She lost a daughter to cancer last year.

She misses her husband, four years gone. She misses their home up north Рthe smell of the pines. She misses hard work Рrunning the store, raising children and grandchildren by his side. And she secretly pines for her first husband, true love Рso handsome, so young when he was crushed on the job, their second child yet to be born. That was 1935, a long time Рa lifetime Рago.

It’s good to see her smile. ¬†