I have to call my Grandmother.
Same urge as ever, sometimes followed by the thought - soon, just as soon as I finish this or that, find a moment, catch my breath or get the kids out the door to school... Same strong feeling as any time these last 25 years. I'm still not used to the idea that she can't come to the phone right now. That's how it feels. She just can't get to the phone right now.
Driving by her house today, the highway took me by so quickly, crammed in between transport trucks and hurrying commuters in a cloud of dust under a press of fog so thick I nearly missed the spot beside the highway where her little yellow house sits quietly.
The car zoomed by, but my thoughts made the exit, parked on the gravel driveway beside the house and went knocking on the kitchen door in the back. I just want to give her one more hug. Just one more. And I'm still on the doorstep, squeezed between the old aluminum storm door and the wooden back door. One hug overweight.
colour version soon