I haven’t written in a while because it took me such a long time to recover from a whirlwind visit with my Angel Boy 2.0 as well as being presented to the Court of ANGEL GIRL 2.0, Baby Charlotte, named in honor of my mom.
Below you’ll find a a fairly accurate transcript of my final day…If this was paper and not a computer screen, it’d be blurry with tear-stained ink. My tears. Heart wrenching love.
6:00 a.m. I hear swift and stompy footsteps running downstairs and soon my bedroom door opens, “Wake up, little Grandma!”
He climbs under the covers and snuggles close.
“How did you sleep, my little Theo?”
I’m not little Theo, you’re little Grandma.”
OK, how did you sleep, medium Theo?
“Did you have any dreams?
I can’t even begin to tell you the details of the storyline of the dream he recounted, because the twists and turns of his brilliant little mind involved Saturn (his fave planet), a dragon, a dinosaur, a spooky ghost, rocket ships to space, and a boat in the sky.
“What do you want for breakfast, T?”
“Last oatmeal, Grandma.”
“WHAT? What did you say?”
“This is the last time you’ll make oatmeal for me”, he said with a sad sad voice.
“Oh T, break my heart why don’t you?”
“It’s not the last time I’ll make oatmeal for you; there will alwaysalwaysalways be a next time. This is the last time for NOW. OK?
Then he was on a roll…all day long…
“Last cuddle, Grandma.”
“Last playing with Magna Tiles.”
“Last breakfast burrito.”
Calling out to dad who was still asleep upstairs, “DAD, COME DOWN FOR LAST BREAKFAST BURRITOS!”
“Last walk in the neighborhood.”
“Last bicycle ride to the school playground.”
“Last time you’ll get me dressed in the morning.”
“Last time you’ll read me a book.”
“UNTIL NEXT TIME, Theo! Not the last time forever, my angel!”
“Last time you’ll tel me to wash my hands after going to the bathroom”.
One of our running jokes is to look up as a jet flies overhead and say, “You missed your flight, Grandma! You’ll have to stay longer!”
Or I’ll look up and say, “Oh my goodness, T-man, we didn’t get to the airport in time, there goes my airplane, now what will we do??”
On our way to the airport for real, we sing songs and play funny word games.
“Grandma, I’m coming to your house for 59 days. I’m flying home with you. Not in the same plane, but the one that goes after.”
“Fifty-nine days? That’s a good long visit for sure.”
“Oh no, Grandma, we’re here. Last time to say goodbye”, he says in a that same small sad voice.
We hug and kiss goodbye, “Until next time, not forever, OK?”
“OK, Grandma. I love you.”
“I love you SO much, my angel.”