Sometimes the right people come at just the right time.
Today it was my cousin Brent.
We spent a couple of hours talking about relatives, working at the Journal, summers in North Dakota - and then something beautiful happened.
Gram started smiling.
I really thought this thing had stolen even the last of her smiles, but there they were. She nodded when we talked about the cafe' and all of the candy she used to let us poach from behind the counter, gave us huge smiles when we talked about playing in the barn at Aunt Ilene's farm, possibly even a laugh at the fact we damn near killed ourselves jumping through the hayloft.
Gram smiles, a visit from one of my favorite cousins, plus the b!+c#¥ nurse who got in my face yesterday was reprimanded. It's been a relatively good day.