We all had lumps in our throats on Thursday as we prepared for “Dama” and “Grangon” to go. It was a perfect visit (despite the alternating humidity and state of emergency torrential downpours).
In one of those actions that your kids do that literally slices you to the core, Briar still goes to the door and looks for “Dama” and “Grangon” to come back. Other times she just says their names softly.
As my Grandfather has often said, “Damn these miles between us!”