We had sushi for Dean's birthday. From Publix. In fairness, he requested it. But what a week it has been.
He has had a terrible virus for a week now. I have never seen him this sick. I had managed to safely cling to my edge of the king-sized bed for a good five days before waking up Thursday with the worst pain in my throat and an entire-body ache. It got me, too.
I was going to make him a homemade birthday cake, but until we both feel better, it is a Whole Foods' Cookies n' Cream and hot tea.
We are packing our Kleenex and medicine bottles and heading to the airport today. My Beloved Grandma went to live with Jesus on Wednesday, and tomorrow is her memorial service in New Jersey. She was a few weeks shy of her 91st Birthday.
She was a devoted follower of Christ, a loving mother, grand & great-grandmother, a world-traveller, a hopeless romantic, a true Lady.
How I miss her already. I love you, Grandma B!
