Letter to My Dead Gramma

 Dear Gramma,

You would be over 100 right now were you still alive.  111 really.  Wow, that is old!  I remember your telling me that you would sometimes look in the mirror and wonder who on earth that old wrinkly lady was staring back at you.  I sometimes feel the same way now. I peer at myself, not with any sense of disgust, but rather curiosity around this 48-year-old oddity with grey steaks who looks like an older version of myself, but turns out is me.  Turns out aging is a “thing” that does happen eventually no matter how many under eye creams you buy, collagen powders you consume and facials you get.

So much has changed since you died in 2004 (besides my youthful skin and chestnut colored hair.) I’m not sure what you would think of it all now. Remember when I called you on my cell phone from a farmers market in Charleston, South Carolina and we both marveled about how I could reach you from the middle of the outdoors, unattached to a cord inserted into a wall.   

Hey, Janet! Want to go see a movie with me on Sunday? - Sally

Thanks for the invite, Sally.  Going out to the movies on Sunday sounds great.  I am a definite maybe.  If I can move some things around, I will almost 100% possibly be there.  I just have to talk to a few people but I’d really love to come so you can certainly count on me to probably show up. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you so I will do my best to potentially make it. If you need to invite another friend, feel free to do that, but I think I can guarantee that there is a chance that I might be able to attend…I think. I pledge to trying at least a very little bit. I can honestly tell you that you may very well see me there...or not.  We'll just have to see how I feel.  Thanks again!