Late afternoon and Richard tells me he has to leave. It's been raining all day. The kids' swimming meet has been canceled and Brynn has a basketball game in about a half hour.
"See you there," I say impulsively.
He leaves and I tell Michael (dear, patient Michael) that I need to go to that basketball game. He (of course) stops what he's doing and we get ready and leave for the game.
Kate (10 years old) sees me first.
"Grammie, how are you?" You can see the worry on her precious face.
"I'm very sad," I say, trying to smile, "but I'm okay. How about you?"
"Same", she says. "I was worried about you."
"I'm okay", I say and hug her as tightly as I can.
She's satisfied and goes off to sit with a friend.
Brynn (7-years-old) next.
"Grammie! How are you doing?"
"I'm okay" I say. "Sad, but okay. How are you doing?"
"Daddy told us last night and I cried. Do you know what made me really sad?"
"Tell me."
"Daddy cried. I never saw my daddy cry. It made me very sad."
"I'm sure it did. He misses his brother, but he's okay, too."
"I have a great big fat happy memory of Uncle Greg," she smiled, referring to the giant purple (I think) stuffed animal that Uncle Greg gave her).
"You'd better get back to your team. I'll be down there (pointing), watching you."
She gave me a BIG hug. "I love you, Brynn."
"I love you, too, Grammie" and she was off to rejoin her team.
Chase was next. He's 5-years-old.
"Grammie!!!!!" Chase ran into my arms to give me a giant hug. "Do you have a quarter?"
All I could do was laugh. "Unfortunately, Chase, I forgot a quarter. I'll try to remember next time."
Richard thanked me for coming.
Thank me??? Are you kidding?
Such a hard day - turned around with 6 little arms of therapy.
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