The last time I saw my grandmother . . .
The last time I saw my grandmother;
the last time we saw her
My grandmother died on a Thursday. I had been to see her two weeks before; by then she was already bedridden. The week before I was to have escorted her down the aisle at my cousin's wedding; the week after I was one of her pallbearers.
I had missed her 90th birthday party. People told me she was as lively as she had been, with no signs of the abscess that would later put her in hospice care. I was surprised at how quickly it all happened.
