Blood pressure prescriptions...not optional my friends. Not optional.
Cara came home for the weekend. She kidnapped William. He had a great time with "CaWa", but also seemed a little bemused, not exactly certain why she was in his Mee-Ma's house. I was sick in bed, but I heard his little voice in the hall, explaining it all to CaWa. "This MEE-MA vacuum cleaner. This MEE-MA telephone. This GOMPA toothbrush. This MEE-MA toothbrush," and he led her through the house carefully pointing out his grandparent's belongings. Cara popped in to say, "Gees. I think he thinks I'm going to take your stuff."
I was telling a client about this today as we worked together. "Mee-Maw," I said, shaking my head. "Where did he come up with that? Who calls their grandma "Mee-Maw?" and worked away with her. Suddenly, she gave a quivering sigh, and I looked up, startled. Her brown eyes were far away, and filled with tears.
I stopped what I was doing, and put my face close to hers, and she sobbed against my shoulder. I cried too, for the inadvertent trigger of my words. At the end of the session, I took extra time to rub scented lotion into her hands and arms, and she smiled through her tears, delighted at the scent.
Before long, her tears had stopped. As I gently wiped the traces of them from her cheeks, I prayed never to forget that locked inside that body without a voice there is a woman who loved ~no...loves~ her grandma.