I’m 80% sure this is a good idea.
Sitting across my aunt eating breakfast on her kitchen counter-top for the last time was quite the experience.
I sat there multitasking as usual. One hand on my bacon and egg sandwich, mouth full of food and a finger unlocking my phone while she talked to her eldest nephew.
I don’t always see eye-to-eye with her or any adult so to speak, but I never felt that was an important facet to focus on in the grand scheme of things. She was amazed that the same children she grew up lecturing, babysitting , and feeding were now assembling boxes, lifting furniture and packing up what she called home for the past 6 years. Between my eating, texting and looking up with the occasional ” mhm” I was paying attention to the details more than our conversation. Her eyes were beginning tear up as she went on, maybe it had to do with the mention of her late mother, or the abruptness of the decision to pickup and relocate. Whatever the reason, she lifted her head to stop the flow of tears, her voice heightened as if something was coming up. She did her best to hold back her emotions and completed her sentence successfully. I know it must be hard to pickup and leave what comes so known to you as home. It’s even harder to make that change. Humans are creatures of habit, and this is no exception. I couldn’t say it out loud, but I can say it now. Grandma’s watching over you, and she’s proud auntie.