Welcome to Sunday Morning Hot Tea where I write about a little something up top then will very shortly in the future answer a legal question for you down below. This week, final moments to remember where we came from, prepping for a SCOTUS roundup, and another worthwhile organization in the spotlight. She was 90 years old and had been diagnosed with Stage IV liver cancer just a few weeks ago.
Is sticking around here a real prize? The true prize is the life she created for herself, her kids, and her grandkids. Before we knew she was too sick to travel from her home in rural New Jersey, I told her she should come to Texas, and we would spoil her. That was hard for her — to have someone else doing for her. She was the doer. When we visited her just a few weeks ago in June, we got to spend the day with her.
At one point, Paris left to run errands, leaving just Grandma and me. She was still waiting on the results of her liver biopsy. It was more like I tried to offer her an ingredient she had already added to a dish. She scrunched up her face and waved her hand. We changed the subject. She talked about her recent hospital visit. She asked me about work. We talked about the Philadelphia show I just performed and the subject of the episode.
When Paris got back, we pulled my laptop on her lap and showed her every single photo from the wedding. As we flipped through the photos, I stopped on one picture of our guestbook table.
We had guests sign a book of movie posters and surrounded the book on either side with photos of our grandparents. The frames were gold 8-by rectangles and came two per box. I had four frames in total. I used one for our bar menu. I used the third for a photo of my Mam-maw and Pap-paw. Instead, they got their own side-by-side frame, leaving me with one unused gold 8-by It held a stock photo of a shack sitting on a snow-covered hill.
