Who She Was
G'ma reconnected with her oldest friend this year. It's been a mixed blessing. Reconnected is really more than can be said, at least from G'ma's piece of the equation. Her face lit up when I told her that Gladys had written her a letter, but there were no follow up questions. No wondering about her children, one of whom had been my idol ever since I spied and envied her ruffled underpants as we hid beneath someone's dining room table when we were barely more than toddlers. She didn't wonder about Marty, Daddooooo's friend who introduced my parents to one another after he and Gladys had become a couple. I spared her the knowledge that he'd died last year; no reason to add another sorrow to a dwindling brain, I decided. The whole thing made me sad. Gladys is, among many other things, a sculptor in stone and wood. I saw this without sound... and didn't miss the noise. She finds beauty and depth and love in each piece. Her letter shared...