I'm feeling better. Got through the long day.
Jeremy got me flowers and a card. He never buys me flowers. Because they die. But he did that day and it meant a lot.
Then I was sitting in Brody's race car bed, and I got an idea. I asked him to say, "I love you, Grandpa Ed."
And he did.
And he giggled, and looked into a corner of the room and said, "Is dat yer daddy, mommy?"
I said yes.
It was better.
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