My grandmother-in-law is in the hospital, and the relatives are starting to gather at my in-law's house in New Hampshire. It doesn't look like she's going to be repeating her role in the town parade in June as the town's oldest living citizen.
It's strange to be standing around, talking with Deborah about plans for when she's gone. Who would go, who would stay, who would drive, or fly, and with whom.
There's a lot going through my head right now. Little of it lends itself to words.