The weekend of May 25 was not easy. It was my husband's death anniversary. So we went to visit my mother-in-law in El Paso. We also went to visit my father-in-law at the cemetery. On the other hand, Hannah had a wonderful time with her grandma. I was impressed about her maturity. HEre is a dialogue:
Grandma, do you feel lonely (without grandpa)?
Yes Hannah, I was married to him for 70 + years. So I miss him.
So why don't you find a boyfriend?
No Hannah, I don't need a boyfriend.
OK.... Then you and my mom need..... Botox! (laughing).
How much is going on in her head thinking about death and life? If this is not maturity, what is it?
