So we visited with my grandmother the other day. She is old and doesn’t really know anyone anymore. She is generally very sweet … but bedridden and sleeps most of the day.
We were going out to lunch on Sunday, and she yells at me as I pass by her bed (which is in the living room now), “Britt! Are you dead?”
Strange question, but I walked up to her and said, “No, ma’am. I’m right here.”
Grandmother settled in and very calmly stated, “You have to teach yourself how to be small.”
I answered, “Yes, ma’am. You’re right, I do.”
Some might write off her statements as the ravings of an old senile woman. I thought her statements quite profound. So I’ll repeat them to you …
Are you dead?
If your answer is no, then you must teach yourself how to be small.
Peace.