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Authors: Jennifer Ransom
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There wasn’t much to choose
from, but Jamie found whole wheat bread and sliced turkey in the
fridge. She made her father a sandwich and went light on the
mayonnaise. She added lettuce so he would feel like he was crunching
down on something. The cabinets had an array of soups, but they all
had a lot of sodium, which Jamie was trying to avoid. The sandwich
would have to do. She added a dill pickle to the side.
“ Thanks, hon,” her father
said when she sat the plate on a TV tray and pulled it close to him.
He took a bite of the sandwich and didn’t complain. That was a
miracle.
Jamie went to check on her
mother, and found her fast asleep on the bed. She hadn’t even
gotten under the covers. Jamie found a light blanket in an armoire
against the far wall and laid it over her mother.
When her mother got up, Jamie
decided she would go to the grocery store and buy essentials for a
new cardiac patient who had had a wake-up call. She would prepare
their food, and when she left, they would have food in the freezer.
Jamie wanted to be a good daughter now. She had let them down.
Her mother wandered into the
living room while Jamie and her father were watching “Jeopardy.”
Her father was getting all the right answers.
“ I feel so much better,” her
mother said. “Like a new person.”
“ I’m going to the store to
get some groceries,” Jamie said. “You can relax. I’m going to
make supper.”
At the store, Jamie got a whole
chicken, boneless chicken breasts, salmon filets, tuna packed in
water, lentils, whole wheat noodles, more whole wheat bread, two
types of lettuce, and fresh broccoli and cauliflower. She also
grabbed two bottles of red wine and one of white, and a six-pack of
light beer. Her father would want that.
While she was checking out with a
full basket, someone behind her said, “Jamie?”
She turned. The woman’s face
that looked at her was older than the last time she had seen it more
than twelve years earlier. It was a face that had known sorrow, and
it was forever etched on her features.
“ Mrs. Grisham!” Jamie said.
Tommy’s mother. “How are you?”
“ I’m okay,” she said,
hollowly. “How are you doing? I didn’t think you’d ever be back
here again.”
Jamie cringed with remorse again.
She had left her family and Tommy’s, too. They probably needed her
too, somehow, but Jamie had been too wrapped up in her own grief to
recognize that.
“ I live in the mountains now,”
Jamie said. “I’m a doctor.”
“ I heard that,” Tommy’s
mother said.
“ How is the family?” she
asked.
“ Bill and Susan are both in
college, Bill in Nashville and Susan in Knoxville. I have an empty
nest now.”
Why did she say “I” and not
“we”? Jamie was afraid to ask.
“ How is Mr. Grisham?” she
asked.
“ He died last year,” Mrs.
Grisham said. “Heart attack. And so young, too. I’m alone in the
world now.”
“ I’m so sorry,” Jamie said
touching Mrs. Grisham’s arm.
“ I’ve learned that life is
about loss,” she said. That made Jamie so sad.
“ My father died the year after
Tommy,” she continued. “Mama moved into the house with us, but
she didn’t last very long. She missed Daddy.”
“ I’m sorry,” Jamie said
again. She had loved Tommy’s grandparents, and they had loved her,
too.
The checker finished with Jamie’s
purchases, which were bagged up and waiting in a shopping cart. Mrs.
Grisham had already placed her groceries on the belt. It wasn’t
much—frozen dinners and cans of soup, as far as Jamie could tell.
Tommy’s mother only had herself to feed.
“ Come see me,” she said as
Jamie moved away.
“ Okay,” Jamie said. “It was
so good to see you.” She waved before she turned to her basket and
walked out of the grocery store to her car. She thought she might
have to go see Mrs. Grisham, as painful as that visit would be. The
woman had lost all of the spark in her life. She had lost her reason
for living. Jamie could identify
from, but Jamie found whole wheat bread and sliced turkey in the
fridge. She made her father a sandwich and went light on the
mayonnaise. She added lettuce so he would feel like he was crunching
down on something. The cabinets had an array of soups, but they all
had a lot of sodium, which Jamie was trying to avoid. The sandwich
would have to do. She added a dill pickle to the side.
“ Thanks, hon,” her father
said when she sat the plate on a TV tray and pulled it close to him.
He took a bite of the sandwich and didn’t complain. That was a
miracle.
Jamie went to check on her
mother, and found her fast asleep on the bed. She hadn’t even
gotten under the covers. Jamie found a light blanket in an armoire
against the far wall and laid it over her mother.
When her mother got up, Jamie
decided she would go to the grocery store and buy essentials for a
new cardiac patient who had had a wake-up call. She would prepare
their food, and when she left, they would have food in the freezer.
Jamie wanted to be a good daughter now. She had let them down.
Her mother wandered into the
living room while Jamie and her father were watching “Jeopardy.”
Her father was getting all the right answers.
“ I feel so much better,” her
mother said. “Like a new person.”
“ I’m going to the store to
get some groceries,” Jamie said. “You can relax. I’m going to
make supper.”
At the store, Jamie got a whole
chicken, boneless chicken breasts, salmon filets, tuna packed in
water, lentils, whole wheat noodles, more whole wheat bread, two
types of lettuce, and fresh broccoli and cauliflower. She also
grabbed two bottles of red wine and one of white, and a six-pack of
light beer. Her father would want that.
While she was checking out with a
full basket, someone behind her said, “Jamie?”
She turned. The woman’s face
that looked at her was older than the last time she had seen it more
than twelve years earlier. It was a face that had known sorrow, and
it was forever etched on her features.
“ Mrs. Grisham!” Jamie said.
Tommy’s mother. “How are you?”
“ I’m okay,” she said,
hollowly. “How are you doing? I didn’t think you’d ever be back
here again.”
Jamie cringed with remorse again.
She had left her family and Tommy’s, too. They probably needed her
too, somehow, but Jamie had been too wrapped up in her own grief to
recognize that.
“ I live in the mountains now,”
Jamie said. “I’m a doctor.”
“ I heard that,” Tommy’s
mother said.
“ How is the family?” she
asked.
“ Bill and Susan are both in
college, Bill in Nashville and Susan in Knoxville. I have an empty
nest now.”
Why did she say “I” and not
“we”? Jamie was afraid to ask.
“ How is Mr. Grisham?” she
asked.
“ He died last year,” Mrs.
Grisham said. “Heart attack. And so young, too. I’m alone in the
world now.”
“ I’m so sorry,” Jamie said
touching Mrs. Grisham’s arm.
“ I’ve learned that life is
about loss,” she said. That made Jamie so sad.
“ My father died the year after
Tommy,” she continued. “Mama moved into the house with us, but
she didn’t last very long. She missed Daddy.”
“ I’m sorry,” Jamie said
again. She had loved Tommy’s grandparents, and they had loved her,
too.
The checker finished with Jamie’s
purchases, which were bagged up and waiting in a shopping cart. Mrs.
Grisham had already placed her groceries on the belt. It wasn’t
much—frozen dinners and cans of soup, as far as Jamie could tell.
Tommy’s mother only had herself to feed.
“ Come see me,” she said as
Jamie moved away.
“ Okay,” Jamie said. “It was
so good to see you.” She waved before she turned to her basket and
walked out of the grocery store to her car. She thought she might
have to go see Mrs. Grisham, as painful as that visit would be. The
woman had lost all of the spark in her life. She had lost her reason
for living. Jamie could identify
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