I spent what energy I had left helping raise my grandchildren.
« You’re going to do it one day, Dana, » he used to say, usually at night, usually when I’d just finished saying something tired and practical about why I couldn’t.
« I’m too old for school, Graham. »
« The kids will grow up, » he’d say, kissing my forehead like that settled it. « One day you’re going back. »
« You’re going to do it one day, Dana. »
It took time for me to believe that age was just a number and that, with enough determination, anything was still possible.
I simply listened to my heart and finally kept his promise and enrolled.
But not everyone in my family shared Graham’s enthusiasm, even secondhand. Not everyone celebrated.
Jay and Sofia came over for Sunday dinner a few months into my final semester.
I simply listened to my heart.
