The REAL 3G Network

Two Weeks.  

That's how much longer the oncologist thinks I will have a mother. 

I realized yesterday that Young Girl hadn't seen her grandmother in weeks, and that each needed time with the other.  So, last night, YG accompanied me when I went over to put Mother to bed.

I've never felt more like a fulcrum.

I held two hands: one gnarled and cool, the other smooth and warm.

I stoked two heads: one bald, the other covered in thick, lustrous curls.

I rested my head on two shoulders: one bony and brittle, the other round and strong.

This is the true 3Generation network.

While it is painful to be in the middle, it's a blessed pain.