Nana my beloved grandmother, was in the hospital with bone cancer, and I’d picked up my mom so we could spend the afternoon with Nana together. It was hard to imagine that her days on earth were dwindling. She’d lived with such exuberance.
”I still remember those doctors who said she’d die young from a weak heart,” Mom said on the way over.
“She outlived all of them,” I said. “That weak heart never stopped her.”
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