JUST AFTER EASTER, I took a trip to Arkansas to see family and friends.
I got to visit with my grandma for a few days, and I even saw my 20-year-old cousin Jake, whom I typically only see at Easter. Jake and Garrett, Aunt Margaret’s boys, always stayed kind of quiet at Easter family get-togethers – until they started smashing eggshells on people’s heads, that is.
Within three months of my vacation, both Grandma and Jake were gone. I am so glad I took that trip.
Grandma had opinions, and she always shared them.