A Special Kind Of Family. Eileen Berger

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Vanessa admired Gram’s being so bright-eyed and cheerful. “Do you have messages for the girls, or the family?” That sounds as though I’m offering to dispense her final words—as though I don’t think she’ll survive!

      But before she’d figured how to make that sound better, Gram was saying, “Tell each of the girls how much I love her, just as she is now. And say that I also love her for what she will be, with God’s help and guidance. I respect her for sticking by the decision to have her baby, and I’m looking forward to helping her through that—and afterward.”

      “Good morning, Gram!” Keith came strolling in, wearing a dark-blue business suit and tie. “And a good morning to you, also, Van.”

      “Are Andi and Katherine going home today?” Gram asked.

      His eyes sparkled. “Leave it to you to think first of happy prospects, Gram! Yes, they’ll be leaving later this morning, but right now they’re doing something extra special.” He stepped back a pace, his arm encircling his beautiful wife, who came in carrying a small, pink-wrapped bundle in her arms.

      Andi looked indescribably happy. “Katherine and I got a special dispensation to leave our floor and come wish you the very best through surgery and recovery.”

      Gram had been tilted upward slightly and now, without thinking, attempted to sit upright and reach for the sleeping infant. She gasped, face contorted with agony. Sinking back against her pillow, she wiped moisture from her upper lip and forehead. “Thanks, Andi,” she managed to say in an obvious struggle to keep her voice fairly normal. “How thoughtful and generous of you!”

      “It’s pure selfishness on my part.” Andi was going along with Gram’s facade of being all right. “We couldn’t be in the same hospital and not come to be with you for at least a little while.” She leaned over to kiss her and to settle her daughter in the arms of her great-grandmother.

      It was just a short time before a nurse came with yet another presurgery form, and Keith and Andi left with the baby. Vanessa had planned to stay until Gram was actually on her way to surgery, but Gram wouldn’t hear of it. “As you see, I’m being very well taken care of. I appreciate your coming, dear, but you run along to your office, and get all those important things taken care of.”

      She didn’t want to leave, but there were calls which should already have been made and a mix-up in Research and Development she hoped wouldn’t be too difficult to straighten out. And she never knew what else could be awaiting her when she arrived.

      While diligently working in her office at the plant, Vanessa received a call from her dad a little after two-thirty, letting her know that he was back from his business trip to Europe, and saying the surgery was over and Gram was in the recovery room, doing as well as could be expected.

      She hated that expression; it meant so little! Was Gram as good as one would expect of someone her age, or good compared with everyone? And whose expectations did that refer to, anyway? Gram herself expected to be up and about quickly.

      A shiver passed through her, there at the big desk in her pristinely organized office. Her own hopes had not been as high as they probably should be; Vanessa would never have Gram’s kind of faith. She had, of course, participated in AnnaMae’s prayer, and she’d been hoping a lot, but she didn’t really know….

      It was several more hours before Keith’s call. “Hi, cousin!” he greeted her. “Good news—Gram was brought back to her room maybe an hour ago. She’s having a lot of pain, but they say things went well.”

      “Great! About things going well, that is, not the pain. Are you still at the hospital?”

      “I came home a few minutes ago. I’d brought Andi and Katherine here while Gram was in surgery, then had to go to the office for an hour or two, to take care of a rush matter. But I was there when they brought her back.”

      There were unfamiliar sounds in the background. “Am I hearing your little one?”

      He chuckled. “Up until we started talking, Katherine was quiet as could be.”

      “I understand that happens when there’s a child in the family, but didn’t know they started this young.”

      “See? We knew she’d be precocious!”

      Vanessa was only half joking when she suggested, “How could she help but be with you as her father?”

      “Much more so with her one-in-a-million mother!”

      There was a softness in the way he said that, and Vanessa thought that might be the whisper of a kiss she heard, and then an even softer sigh. She was almost jealous of such a love as theirs, which she was half-afraid to hope for…to one day experience….

      Vanessa pulled in behind the big black sedan parked in front of Gram’s house, wondering who was supplying dinner this time. She’d never been good at identifying vehicles and, besides, didn’t know what cars her grandmother’s friends drove. She seldom attended church except when she couldn’t get out of a special invitation by Gram to an occasional Easter or Christmas service.

      She heard laughter as she entered the hallway, and Rob’s unmistakable deep voice. Gin Redding’s higher-pitched one then said, “She’d have called if she was going to be real late, so you’d better wait to dish up till she gets here.”

      Vanessa was by now at the end of the hall, in the kitchen doorway. “It sounds as though I arrived just in time!”

      They were all talking at once, then let Rob explain, “Mrs. Seaforth must have spent all day cooking and baking. She said she would prepare food if someone could deliver it, and I was the lucky one.”

      “Aggie Seaforth sent all this?” The table was covered with homemade cinnamon rolls and two pies in addition to numerous bowls and containers. To the girls she added, “I thought she was old when I was a child.” Then she turned to ask Gin, “What is she now? In her mideighties?”

      The neighbor was near the back door, apparently ready to leave. “Upper-eighties, at least—but I’ll bet she’s had one great day of it! She had seven kids, you know, then all those grandchildren. It probably seemed like old times for her to cook for the six of you. Or more…”

      “Stay and eat with us, Gin.” Vanessa had walked over and was lifting lids. “There’s so much here, and you know what an excellent cook our dear Agatha is.”

      “I don’t want to butt in….”

      “You can’t butt in when you’re invited, and the more the merrier, as Gram would say. You certainly deserve it, after coming over twice today.

      “And you stay, too, Rob. After all, you brought all this.”

      Both protested only mildly before sitting down at the table. Gin gave thanks to God for the meal, and there was lively conversation as they ate. Everyone was relieved at the report of successful surgery, and optimistic about Gram’s recovery.

      Only once did anyone mention Rob’s profession this time. He glanced toward Jana before replying, “I should get used to people wondering what kind of person chooses to become a mortician instead of a doctor or lawyer or automobile salesman or short-order cook. Y’know what happened when I first told Vanessa I’d decided to do this?”

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