Talking to “Grammy”

"But every time I ask you to see my Christmas tree, you say you can’t!"

"I know baby and I am sorry, granny is just too tired right now."

Hugging her tightly, her grandmother whispered; "run to the car now, your momma is probably worried."

Ashley nodded understandingly and looked at her grandmother. No longer a short, warm and grey haired old woman, but a short, cold and chipped grey headstone.

“See you next Christmas grammy, I love you.”