I miss my Grandma

I miss my Grandma Tilley. She’s alone now and still in Richmond where she seems content.

She may be the only person in the family who is content with her being there alone. She hasn’t been able to get her daughter on the phone for months — nor have I since trying in September then again on my birthday in December.

I don’t know if my mother is still alive up there. I don’t say that to sound morbid, but I literally don’t know. I talk to Grandma (the d is silent) at least once every two weeks, and one of us always mentions my mother.

I have to go have dinner with my Grandma. I miss her.