Fundamentals

Great Granny couldn't string two words together on Sunday as she watched two little girls color in the Angel coloring book and flit around the room. She tried to tell them things. She tried to tell me what she had been seeing earlier in the lobby. It wasn't until we were ready to go home that the sentences were pieced together from the oldest, most basic memory bites and wrapped around our hearts . . . "I need a hug." "Give me a kiss." "Let me kiss you."

And the patient little misses obliged.