A couple of weeks ago my 86 year old grandma came to me while I was in the kitchen making lunch. She was crying so hard that she could barely speak. She came, pulled my arm and looked at me and said, “Please don’t leave me, don’t go away, don’t move yet. I’ll be so lonely.” I guess my mom and dad have been sharing with her my plans to move in the near future.
On my way back to work that afternoon, I was upset. How could she do that to me - lay a guilt trip on me like that? I can’t live at home forever just because she’s lonely! She could have another 14 years left in her. I’m almost 28 years old! It's time for me to jet!
But there was such desperation in her voice . . . .
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