“Would you like to come up and visit with me?” asked the Grandmother.
The little girl thought about this, and she wanted to very much…but it was night and she was already in her pj’s, and it was cold out, and she would have to ask her mom to drive her up the hill to Grandma’s house, and then there were the new toys which were pretty fun…
“No, Gran’, I’ll just see you tomorrow.” said the little girl.
The little girl went to sleep, warm and sound. She was awakened early – it was still dark – because the phone rang. The little girl’s mother answered the phone.
And that is how the little girl found out her grandmother had died in her sleep that night.
Moral: Sometimes There Is No Tomorrow
In Memory of Lily McIntosh
December 20, 1920 – December 27, 1973
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