Moving far, far away. I feel sick. I want to cry.
Granny is happy. It's a new start of her.
Only about ten more minutes left together.
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Granny just boarded her plane. We had a long goodbye. I held back my tears until she was out of sight. Now my eyes are so full of tears I can barely see my keyboard. I don't want her to go. I'm selfish, I know, but I don't want her to go. I want her here with me for as long as she is on this Earth.
And I hope she lives for many, many more years. I don't want her to die.