cried so hard on the drive home that I had to pull into a gas station and wait until the road stopped blurring.
I learned about my granddaughter Emily’s graduation through Facebook.
I mailed her $500 and a handwritten letter explaining how proud her grandfather would have been.
She replied with a short message.
“Thanks, Grandma.”
Nothing more.
When I slipped in the garage and fractured my wrist, Laura promised she would come after work.
She never arrived.
When doctors discovered a lump in my breast and I spent four
