We all went through another round of some kind of stomach virus last week. It wasn't serious, a 12 hour deal, but it was icky while we were sick. At least it was merciful, we didn't get it at the same time, it was one sick, one better, one sick one better... for days. It's finally gone now. Thank God.
Mikyla's hit her during the night last week. She was so sick it scared me. It seemed to hit her harder than it did the rest of us. She'd sleep 20 minutes and wake up being sick at her stomach for 30 minutes. After one brief bit of sleep, along towards 4 in the morning, she woke me up being sick at her stomach, just so sick, and I tried to move her to her side towards the trash bag, because there was no way she was going to make it to the bathroom... and she just moaned, and then she groggily said, "Oh Mammy, I wish I was back up to God with my Grammaw." She lay still for a few seconds then said, "My Grammaw made the best cookies..." She looked at me quickly, as if to reassure me so I'd not be jealous..."You make the best cookies down here, Mammy, but up to God, my Grammaw makes the best cookies."
I don't know...just something about her talking about going up to God in the middle of the night, when she was so sick...it scared me. I got no comfort from a Grammaw waiting up there who makes the best cookies. None at all. I guess I should have. I sort of believe it's mamaw that Mikyla's on about. But still...
Posted by juel at January 29, 2005 08:39 PM