The women in her Wednesday afternoon card group.
The neighbor who brought her tomatoes from his garden in the summer.
She mentioned it to her doctor at her quarterly appointment and he said: Rose, that’s wonderful, and she said: my granddaughter is taking me to see the ocean.
She said it with the ownership of it.
My granddaughter is taking me.
Not: I am going to Florida.
My granddaughter is taking me.
I heard her say it through her open window when I came to pick her up one afternoon and I sat in my car for a moment because there was something in my chest that needed a moment.
She had a new blouse.
She had gone shopping with one of her church friends.
She showed it to me.
It was blue.
A light blue with small white flowers at the collar.
She said: I want to look right for the ocean.
