Another day

another visit with my Nanny

I stopped in to see my Nanny last night.

These days her stories are on repeat.

The cow was in the barn, the pig was in the pen and the chickens were in the hen house.

For Christmas? Dad would go into that hen house, grab a rooster, cut his head off and that’s what we’d have for Christmas dinnner.

Then

Then she asked about who my children were.

What are their names? What do they do?

The used to play there in my Nanny’s house on the floor with her when they were small. Now, they’re big.

There was a slight change during this visit.

Instead of her typical “I’m going to wake up dead someday ya know”, she said

I’m gong to wake up dead some day soon.

There was a note of terrified resignation in how she said it.

We sat there sad for a while

Let’s put that Tee Vee back on. No good news, but at least it’s a companion.

Though I had things to do I sat there with her and before long we had both nodded off - just like we did back when I lived with her as a 19 year old.

But as she said after each story she told…