A quilt of worry, part 2
July 12, 2004My grandma is still in the hospital and on Friday she had a mild heart attack. The doctors say her health, her life, could go either way. Nobody knows. She’s been asking for my mom, her only daughter, to come, so Mom leaves today for the Philippines.
I’m trying not to assume the worst but still be ready for anything, and it’s hard. I have been a mess of worry and sadness all week.
Anyone who knows me knows I love my grandma. If you knew her, I’m certain you’d love her, too.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
