The two "in between" grandkids - Dylan and Jenna - were supposed to come for a week-long visit two weeks ago. That schedule had to be changed as Barry's condition rapidly deteriorated, my uncle passed unexpectedly and the destruction of my aunt's neighborhood in San Bruno.
Once things settled a bit my daughter tweaked the schedule and I was able to have them this past weekend. They arrived last Friday and it was great to see them. Erik arrived home from work early and we took the kids to Sonic for dinner - a treat for them as they don't have a Sonic in their area.
The kids asked if they could eat their meal inside the camper shell of the truck. We gladly complied and had a mini-tailgate in the back of the truck, munching our food and looking out onto Kearney's busiest intersection.
It was a Friday night in a small town. A truck arrived at the watermelon stand, and they were readying the produce for the next day. Kids were horsing around at the U-wash car wash, squirting each other with the hoses. You could hear the band playing and the roar of the crowd at the high school's first football game of the season.
Then I realized I was feeling something I hadn't felt in quite awhile: I was happy.
Thanks to the grandkids, I do believe the healing process is beginning.
Tricks by any other name
10 years ago
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