From the mouth

A dated conversation from the summer of 2017. We were finishing our bbq for the 2 of us on the eastern side of the house. In the shade and below the sunflower heads:

Me: “Emery, we need to talk about Granne.”
Em: “Ok”
Me: “how are you doing”
Em: “i am good”
Me: “that’s good kiddo, but this is different. Granne has terminal cancer and I need you to explain   ‘good’ to me.
Em: “I am good because it’s inevitable and I am not going to worry about what’s inevitable. So I am just going to enjoy the time Granne and I have left.”
Me: “that’s wonderful and I want you to remember that and hold on to it.”
Em: “ok.” Long pause as emery enjoyed his sucker. “You know dad, life is kinda like hard candy. You can suck on it and enjoy it over a long period of time or you can bite right through it. Either way it will taste just as good.”

January 2018

Em: “Granne would you like me to read to you?”
Granne: “yes, I would like that very much.”

Granne died on January 4th. This is the last conversation she and emery had. It was peaceful and beautiful.
She wanted a party, not a memorial, 25 rooms were reserved for out of town friends, we packed a ballroom and at 2am security was called because the party was that good. Granne’s Mom would say it was our Irish heritage.