Friday, September 21, 2012

What Grandkids are Good For

Well, as I have 6 grandsons, the obvious answer is moving furniture. Since the oldest of my grandsons
who lives within driving distance is four, I don’t get much furniture movement, unless it involves making forts or stacking chairs to get something critical like candy. As you might guess most of the interaction I have with them is about them, but today I needed some taking care of.

I had just received news that a very good friend of mine had a turn for the worse and was currently in ICU. This was stunning to me. A month before I had flown to Akron to attend the wedding of her son. I knew she was sick then, but in the ensuing 4 weeks she had been diagnosed with cancer, had surgery and started chemo. This morning I got the news she had taken a turn for the worse and was now in ICU.

She is a bit older than me, but such a powerful, interesting woman should not get stage 4 cancer. She should go out at a protest march being sandbagged by the police. She should go in her sleep at 95 after she directs 10 more plays. She should not be lying in a bed with tubes and beeping all around her unable to speak or raise hell. But there she was and I was here and I was hurting.

I got the news from my daughter Kate who also loves my friend. Kate had been in plays in high school that were directed by her, my son had dated her daughter, we had a long and rich history.

This is the reality I was wrestling with as I called Kate to see if I could spend some time with her. I just needed to be with someone who loved her as much as I did.

When I arrived I was greeted by Luke. He asked me what was wrong (they ALWAYS know). I told him I was feeling sad. “Why, Granny?” So I told him that my friend was sick and too far away to see her. He was very worried about me and I don’t like seeing 3 year olds worry. I also know the fix for that is often
action so I asked him if he would paint my toenails. I don’t know if you have ever had the privilege of having your toe nails painted by a 3 year old but it is wonderful. He picked a white polish that I had had in my French manicure phase and started in. He worked diligently and had some issues, “Granny, I just can’t seem to get dis one right”, but he finished and then said, “Granny, are you feeling much better?”

And I was.


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