“I wish that you and Gran could have had that moment, but it’s okay, darling. At least you were here in the end when Gran needed you the most.” Now, I was navigating the long lines at the airport. I had hated flying, but it was much easier to fly home than drive. I couldn’t manage spending twelve hours in a car with my bladder fighting me. But finally, I made it onto the plane, ready for the journey back home to my husband.“I’ll take that, ma’am,” a flight attendant told me, reaching out for my bag. “Thank you,” I said, settling into my seat, my body aching for rest.
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