In 1989, Cheryl and I went back to Pennsylvania (from our home in Orlando) so I could be an attendant in our best man’s wedding. We stayed with Cheryl’s parents because it was closer, and especially to see Grammy, who at 93, wasn’t doing so well.
Grammy never went upstairs to her bedroom (she lived with my in-laws) the week we were there. I had never observed this before. At one point, I was asked to help move Grammy up from her chair. She passed away in my arms almost instantly…. (to be continued)