Some of you may know that I was _very_ close to my maternal grandmother. She died in 2006, but she hadn't been doing well since her stroke back in 2002. She had that stroke three weeks before Kurt and I got married. I remember the last time I saw her before that stroke.
I had flown out to Georgia in either March or April just over a weekend because my maid of honour, mother, and surrogate mother were throwing a shower for me. My older sister Toni also came. We all decided to go out to eat, but I wanted to go visit with my grandmother for a while. She didn't come to the shower because it was a bachelorette/lingerie shower and that's not really her thing. No big deal for me, I completely understood. She was, after all, from a different generation.
Anyway, after the party, I headed over to her house and just sat and talked with her for a while. My mom called while I was there trying to hurry me up. I was kind of annoyed, but I did leave. As I got into the car, I saw my grandmother standing at the door. She always did that when we left, only going inside after we had backed out of the driveway. I sat in the car for a moment and watched her, then got out, went back up the front steps and gave her another hug before I left.
I don't know why I did that. The only thing I can think of was that it was God leading me to do so because, of course, He knew what was going to happen. I have a lot of regrets, but I am very glad that I was able to do that one small act before I left. It was the last time I saw her somewhat whole before her stroke.