We sat in the sunroom off the master bedroom while Joyce encouraged her mother to eat and I read a week’s worth of Marilyn’s emails aloud. Ninety-one year old Nanny frequently closed her eyes and shook her head, sweetly refusing the spoonfuls of soup and sips of water her daughter offered, but Joyce patiently persevered – gently coaxing her mother to eat as I read.
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I'm guest blogging at (in)courage in the book club today.
Are you as amazed as I am that those beautiful, talented and creative young women let a gray-haired grandmother like me in the door? Just don't tell them about my frogs and gators, okay?
I hope you will join me over there and let me know you stopped by.
