I’m sleeping. Sort of. I was tossing and turning all night. Stresses of the day added to a damn head cold.
DING. Cell phone message alert. I think about rolling over to check it. It takes me a minute.
Mom, could you come stay with Micah? He’s still sleeping and the rest of us are leaving to go get Rachel.
I think about saying something smart-ass about the fact that I was still sleeping. But it doesn’t really matter.
Yes. Be right there. I mess around a bit, making the bed, getting dressed until I hear their car rumbling awake.
I walk the 20 steps over to their place, say goodbye to the wide-awake-gang, grab some coffee and sit down for SNL – smiles and laughter, good. I read through the local paper: American Canyon (Inc. city in Napa County) researches becoming a sanctuary city. Great. I was actually wondering about Napa City/sanctuary sometime during my sleepless laying awake bothered and bewildered hours.
Micah’s up now. He’s 4, walking around looking for the family. He lays on the couch, plays with my phone a brief few minutes. He looks a little funky to me, more laid back than the real Micah. “When will they be home?” he asks. “When will Nana be here?”
“In a while, I’m not sure.”
“Wha what..’s…Daddy’s er, Daddy’s daddy’s name?” he asks, the words stumbling from his lips.
“You mean Lowell? Pop Pop? The guy in the picture there? With the beard?”
“Yeah… he …not coming today?”
“No honey. I’m sorry. He’s not, he died. He’s gone now.”
“No, he not!”
“I know it’s sad. He’s in our hearts now, where he’ll always be.”
“NO! HE! NOT!” He rolls away from me, looking up at the picture of his Pop Pop.
This is our first Thanksgiving without Lowell. We are so happy to have Rachel here with us this week. We all need all the love we can get. We miss him so very much.
Micah watches some TV, and asks for a bowl of cereal. “I want it mixed. Honey Nut Cheerios mixed with Honey Oat Crunch.”
I go take a shower and go sit down with Micah again, checking my email and Facebook.
“When they be here?” he asks, his little fingers twirling my hair.
“In just a few minutes, they’re right around the corner.”
Mollie just texted me to say so.
Everyone arrives, excitement in the air. The two grandmas hug and check in with each other. She’s had a long day already, having left Arizona to arrive in Oakland at 8 a.m.
I love Sundays. Mollie brought me a donut.
Great story. You really captured the behaviors of you and Micah. BTW, is that an apple fritter? My all time favorite!
Thank you very much for your comments. I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Yes that is an apple fritter. And it was yummy –have a great week. KT
You should have started with the donut. There’s your lead. Of course that might be because I love donuts. Nice Sunday morning read. Thanks
Good point. Probably right. I could go change it. But no. 🙂