is now a teenager), and my husband John (whom she’d only met once when our son was 3 months old). My Grandmother didn’t know my husband well at all, and that worried her alot.  Each time we’d speak on the phone, she’d always ask me, “Is John a good husband?  Is he good to you?”, my answer was always the same, “Yes Grandma, he is wonderful to me, he is my best friend and he loves me dearly.”

After my Mother and I fixed her up a bit (she just couldn’t see them without her lipstick on…lol), my husband and son came in.  I don’t remember her ever being happier than in that very moment.  Our visit was wonderful, she got to know my husband and son all over again…and though our visit was a short one, I knew that my Grandmother was finally convinced that her worries about me and my husband were in vain.

We came back on our last day in Birmingham to see her.  She was visibly upset and shaken that we were leaving.  We told her that we’d be back in just a couple of months to celebrate her birthday…she was very insistent that we not come…”I won’t be here for