I did my best to hide my tears, to not let my Nana sense that I knew God was calling her home. There was no medical indication of that. I didn't need to hear it from them. I knew in that moment, that God was readying Nana.
My grandmother's picture was featured on the cover of the sheet music for "Once In Love With Amy," and the story goes that late one night, my grandfather brought home dozens of copies of the sheet music and hung them up all over their apartment in Forest Hills to surprise her.
Those near and dear to us will feel our absence, and we trust that after we're gone, we will remain in their hearts just as those who have passed on from our lives remain in our own. And so it goes on this human journey.
Perhaps for the first time, I saw the world through the eyes of a dying man, and it was so much better. Time moved slower, the flowers were brighter, people were kinder, and my family and friends were more meaningful.
As I weep over my big sweet dogs, I wince off and on, a little embarrassed that in a world where each newscast brings new images of heart-wrenching human tragedy, I continue to be so broken up over them.
Unlike many couples whose outside interests take them in opposite directions, Carol and I were joined at the hip. We did everything together. When she passed away, I was more alone than I had ever been.