This is a picture of Elliot, almost two years ago, with my Grams and Gramps--note how Elliot and Grams look similarly interested, and also impish. They both have eyes a color my Grams calls "Tweed."
Grams turned ninety a few weeks ago--on the Winter Solstice, actually. She is, as I write, in the midst of the process of leaving us. She has been doing so in about the best way I can imagine--gently, while wearing turquoise silk pajamas, surrounded by family who are absolutely sure of her love.
I will have more to say about this is the days to come. It has been an odd day here--both sadly and hopefully waiting for a phone call with the final news. We went for a walk in the snow; we made hot cocoa. We sent our love.
As you feel able, please join me in hoping for a peaceful passing.
NB: the following is not a fantastic video, but is fantastically apt. This scene happens over and over at our family gatherings. Some regular conversation about whatever is going on, while quietly and off to the side Grams tells you what you need to know.