SINGING WE GO




We finally parted after spending about an hour together, and in the van I started bawling and bawling. Jennifer reached across the wide aisle and patted and patted me. I was thinking about that old movie where the beautiful young mother dies and leaves a legacy of a homemade movie for her little baby. Someshine, On My Shoulders, Makes Me Happy was a lyric of the song accompanying the movie, I think. I started thinking about, oh, I don't know, missing my grandchildren, and my family, and wondering what was going to happen to me. I started thinking about having to crawl into that narrow MRI on Thursday morning for them to map out my surgery, and then…never mind.
Then I mopped my tears away and put on a happy face, and crawled into the backseat between the two carseats and started singing to Jennifer's kiddies. I love singing with my grandchildren. And little Claudia sang with me. I sang every kids' song I could think of. Then I called the other two grandkids on my cell phone, who were making their way back home, and I put it on speaker, and we were all singing together, except little Lorenzo who's not two yet, so he just blabbered along. It was such a sweet moment.

Adios. It's after 11. I have to go take my steroid.
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