When I got home from the hospital this past week, I found in my mailbox handmade “get well” cards from Alastair, Dagny, and Maggie Faith. The cards made me very happy. Dagny apparently got some sort of spirograph set because her card contained many, many spirographs. Magnolia’s card was sealed with a sticker and the order that it should only be opened by Nana. It contained a big sun and many good wishes.
Alastair’s card, however, made me laugh out loud. In typical Alastair fashion, his card was carefully hand-drawn with characters who may or may not be figments of his imagination. Have any of you ever heard of Grammie Pearls?
But it was the verse that made me laugh. Here is what Alastair said to me:
I’m sorry that you are in the hospital, Nana.
I hope you recover soon and are in good health.
I still love you and will pray.
Sincerely — Alastair
Very sweet wishes; it’s just that the part about still loving me makes me a bit nervous. Was I on the edge? Could this have potentially pushed me over but I survived the threat? Am I running out of time?
Grandsons. What would we do without them?
Have a great weekend.