Yesterday Number 3 saw this old picture. It’s me, my dad, my brother, and my Aunt T who was probably about 80 at the time.
Number 3 did a double take, and appeared to be traumatized by the picture.
He hesitantly asked, “Mom, what happened to Grammy?”
He thought it was my mom…
“That’s not Grammy, that’s Aunt T.”
“How old is she?” he asked.
“She’s not alive anymore,” I told him.
“Oh…well, how long did she last?”
Now isn’t that a more appropriate way of putting it…
I see Number 5!