That's how long my last conversation was with my gramma.
On Wednesday, I was reading up in my room and kept thinking that I should call her. The thought kept coming and I kept brushing it away; I'd see her when she came into town for conference weekend! I don't need to call her. What would I say? It was too late anyway...9:30pm.
I should ask my mom if maybe she's awake.
My mom says it's too late.
epiphany! Daylight savings doesn't happen in AZ! It's 8:30!
So I call her. She answers. I tell her I'm excited to see her.
I still am.
I wish she could be at my wedding! (Maybe she will because I'll die before that happens?)
I wish I could hear her say those awesomely offensive things again, like this or do amazing things like this. She loved loved loved all 50 of her grandkids. I felt like I was her only grandchild, the way she treated me like I was so important. I remember on my sixteenth birthday card: "Stay so clean and pure." That always gives me strength. I hope I can be a woman like gramma.