Cecily called the afternoon of Oct. 8 from Elk Meadows, said things were happening, things were different in her body. What she had thought might be contractions were now definitely contractions, and could we meet them at the Sinclair station and take the dog? (more…)
In mid-summer I got a call from a friend of Grace Herndon’s inviting Ellen and me to Grace’s 85th birthday party up at Miramonte Reservoir. I told her I was sorry, we were going to be away, and she said maybe in that case I ought to give Gracie a call soon, because they were thinking she was pretty frail and might not last much longer.
Turned out she refused to die for another three months. (more…)