Time and miles fly by in the company of a friend. Before we knew it, Ginger and I were at Maria’s where we parted company when Jill picked her up.
Around noon, I drove from Norcross to Mid-Town Atlanta to see Brady. (Just getting there was a blog-able experience in itself—thank God for GPS.)
|Guess which one’s
the reluctant model?
It was something Brady said over lunch that made me consider taking Lola home with me. You take notice when your grandchild confides that something makes him feel like a bad human being. Brady works from Can-to-Can’t and basically comes home to eat and sleep. He was already concerned, and when his landlord complained about hearing Lola cry when he passed in the hall, he felt terrible.
Well Hello Lola
At my suggestion, we dropped by his apartment so I could meet that little showgirl. Folks, that’s what Lola is. She’s irrepressible.
And you know what I thought: Maybe I should find her a good home in Arkansas. He doesn’t even have time to do that.
Gran Phones Home
I could hear the hesitation in his voice when I called home to tell him what I was thinking. He could already read the handwriting on the wall. But he’s an amazing man.
Here’s part of our conversation.
Is That a Sign?
|My favorite son-in-law
Another Good Man!
Brad Day, Emily’s dad, was all over the idea of Lola going home with Gran. On the way out to Maria’s birthday dinner, we swung by Goodwill to look for something to carry her in.
We were looking for something we could make do with. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I rounded a corner and spied a real CAT CARRIER.
Brad grabbed it and I picked up a Care Bear quilt to pad it. We started toward the register. But first, I needed to text Brady to be sure he wanted to do this.
Me: We’re at Goodwill looking for something to carry Lola in. Do you want to let her go?
Birthday Meet Up
|His eyes tell the story|
After meeting Brady for a fun birthday dinner, we took him home and picked up Lola.
It was heart-wrenching to see Brady’s expression when he looked at Lola through the car window. As we drove away, Brad noted that he sure looked sad.
Thought for the Day: Sometimes doing the right thing is painful, but living with the guilt and consequences of rocking along as usual is worse.
Once again, I was proud of a grandchild’s mature decision.