Yesterday morning, we were watching Prison Break Season One when Rob’s mom called to tell us to come to the hospital right away if he wanted to say goodbye to his grandmother.
Rob wrapped a bandanna around his head and we rushed right over. Rob’s sister was holding one of Grandma’s hands, his mother was holding the other.
“Hey Gram,” Rob said. “I was in such a hurry to get here that I didn’t even take a shower.”
Grandma whispered something inaudibly, so we all leaned in closer and asked her to repeat it.
“I could tell as soon as you came in,” she said.
Many family members visited her yesterday and she pepped up considerably, although she’s not expected to make it to her 95th birthday party this coming weekend. My grandmother also would have been 95 this week.