On Sunday we went out to the mainland to see Grandma. She's in hospice, and had overheard someone in another room talking about a party and thought it was for her. Are you throwing me a party? she asks and my aunt is all...Yes? Good, she says. Make sure there are hot wings. I will have hot wings at my party. Also, I will need someone to do my hair and nails. I can do my own lipstick.
So we throw her a party and there are hot wings.
Tell Matt to bring his guitar, she says. He can play me that song he knows I like.
So Matt brings his guitar, and Jordan brings his sax, and someone finds a keyboard in another room and drags it over, and Grandma muses about how, when she was young, her family gatherings always had music. Me and Bekah look at each other like, Ours too.
I was talking to Robyn later and Robyn says she looks ill, but not sad, which is spot-on, and for this we are very grateful.