This is splorp.

ISSN 1496-3221

November 30, 2001

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Not that it’s likely to happen any time soon, but I felt the need to write something just to make sure that I remember the past couple of weeks. A short explanation, if you’ll indulge me. The first occurrence was the passing of a friend whose wife I worked with for many years. Last week, my wife’s maternal grandmother — Granny Gooch, as her family playfully called her — quietly passed away at the ripe old age of 92. My wife flew to Michigan for the services and was away for three days this week. Parenting a cappella is rewarding in its own way, but it has the ability to make my brain hurt more than usual. As my wife walked back in the door, ready to be welcomed with a voluminous assortment of warm hugs, I had just hung up the phone. My paternal grandmother, who had been in a nursing home for many months, was having immense trouble breathing. Unfortunately, we knew exactly what was going to happen next. This afternoon, my Nana Hutch left us as well. She was 93. I’m sure someone could tell me why I needed to put my fingers on the keyboard and peck out a few unassuming words about the events from the last fortnight. I’m sure that if I looked close enough, I could probably come up with a logical or emotional reason on my own. It doesn’t really matter why. I’m just glad I did it while the images I have and experiences I remember from being around each of these fine people, are still clear in my head. And yes, the ache in my head from being a single parent is gone too, and that helps as well.

This item was posted by Grant Hutchinson.

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