Saturday morning, I woke to the sound of my phone vibrating against the nightstand.<\/p>\n
The screen showed the hospice number.<\/p>\n
I sat up immediately.<\/p>\n
My heart was already racing before I answered.<\/p>\n
"Hello?"<\/p>\n
It was Trish.<\/p>\n
"Everett, I'm calling because your grandmother had a difficult night."<\/p>\n
I pushed the blanket aside.<\/p>\n
"What happened?"<\/p>\n
"Her breathing became more labored. We've adjusted her care to keep her comfortable."<\/p>\n
I was already reaching for my clothes.<\/p>\n
"Is she awake?"<\/p>\n
"She has been awake for short periods."<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
"Can I come?"<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then Trish said something gently.<\/p>\n
"I think she'd like you here."<\/p>\n
I ended the call and dressed without turning on the bedroom light.<\/p>\n
I put on the blue sweater Grandma had given me.<\/p>\n
My hands shook while I searched for my car keys.<\/p>\n
They were on the kitchen counter, exactly where I'd left them.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat.<\/p>\n
Then I stopped beside the bookshelf.<\/p>\n
Grandma's letter stood next to the photograph of us at the piano.<\/p>\n
I looked at her handwriting.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I wanted to take the letter with me.<\/p>\n
Instead, I slipped the photograph into my bag.<\/p>\n
I didn't know whether she'd feel well enough to look at it.<\/p>\n
But I wanted it there.<\/p>\n
The roads were quiet.<\/p>\n
A thin layer of snow covered the parked cars.<\/p>\n
The sky had that pale gray color I associated with early Minnesota mornings.<\/p>\n
I drove carefully.<\/p>\n
At every red light, I looked at the clock.<\/p>\n
I couldn't stop thinking about Trish's voice.<\/p>\n
She hadn't sounded frightened.<\/p>\n
But she had sounded different.<\/p>\n
More careful.<\/p>\n
As though there were things she couldn't say directly over the telephone.<\/p>\n
When I reached hospice, I parked close to the entrance.<\/p>\n
I hurried inside.<\/p>\n
The woman at the reception desk recognized me.<\/p>\n
She pointed toward the hallway before I even asked.<\/p>\n
Trish was waiting near Grandma's room.<\/p>\n
She stepped toward me.<\/p>\n
"She's resting."<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"How bad is it?"<\/p>\n
Trish didn't look away.<\/p>\n
"Her heart failure is progressing."<\/p>\n
I felt something cold settle in my stomach.<\/p>\n
I knew that.<\/p>\n
I'd known it for weeks.<\/p>\n
But hearing it again, spoken so plainly, made my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
"Does she know?"<\/p>\n
"She understands her condition."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Trish touched my arm.<\/p>\n
"She's comfortable right now. That's what we're concentrating on."<\/p>\n
I glanced toward the door.<\/p>\n
"Can I sit with her?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Then she added quietly, "Don't feel you have to fill every silence."<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
"Sometimes just being there is enough."<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
Then I entered Grandma's room.<\/p>\n
The first thing I noticed was how still everything looked.<\/p>\n
The lavender sachets were beside the window.<\/p>\n
Her books remained on the table.<\/p>\n
Grandpa's photograph stood where I'd left it.<\/p>\n
The old concert program lay beneath her reading glasses.<\/p>\n
Nothing had changed.<\/p>\n
Except Grandma.<\/p>\n
She looked smaller against the pillows.<\/p>\n
Her face was pale.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were closed.<\/p>\n
The blanket covered her thin shoulders.<\/p>\n
I stood near the door for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then I moved toward the chair beside her bed.<\/p>\n
"Hi, Grandma."<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened slowly.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
For a moment, she seemed to be gathering the energy to speak.<\/p>\n
Then her mouth curved into a faint smile.<\/p>\n
"Everett."<\/p>\n
I took her hand.<\/p>\n
"I'm here."<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Her fingers felt cool.<\/p>\n
I sat beside her.<\/p>\n
I wanted to ask a dozen questions.<\/p>\n
Whether she was in pain.<\/p>\n
Whether she had slept.<\/p>\n
Whether the nurses were taking good care of her.<\/p>\n
But Trish's words stayed with me.<\/p>\n
I didn't have to fill every silence.<\/p>\n
So I sat quietly.<\/p>\n
The room hummed softly.<\/p>\n
A cart rolled along the hallway.<\/p>\n
Somebody spoke near the nursing station.<\/p>\n
Grandma closed her eyes again.<\/p>\n
Her thumb moved once against my hand.<\/p>\n
That tiny movement meant more to me than any speech could have.<\/p>\n
I stayed there until she woke again.<\/p>\n
This time, she looked toward my bag.<\/p>\n
"School?"<\/p>\n
I smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
"It's Saturday."<\/p>\n
Her eyes softened.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
I laughed quietly.<\/p>\n
"You always liked Saturdays."<\/p>\n
She gave the smallest nod.<\/p>\n
I thought about all the Saturdays I'd spent at her house.<\/p>\n
Private lessons in the morning.<\/p>\n
A drive to Wayzata in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
Grandma making tea while I practiced.<\/p>\n
Sometimes Grandpa would join us.<\/p>\n
He'd sit in the armchair and pretend to read.<\/p>\n
Then he'd ask me to play something he recognized.<\/p>\n
He rarely remembered the composers' names.<\/p>\n
But he knew which pieces he loved.<\/p>\n
I looked at Grandma.<\/p>\n
"Do you remember when Grandpa asked me to play that same piece five Saturdays in a row?"<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"He kept pretending he hadn't heard it before."<\/p>\n
Her smile widened slightly.<\/p>\n
I felt tears rise.<\/p>\n
I wanted to hear her laugh properly.<\/p>\n
I wanted her to sit up and correct the way I told the story.<\/p>\n
But she was tired.<\/p>\n
So I let the memory rest between us.<\/p>\n
A little later, Trish came in.<\/p>\n
She checked Grandma's comfort and helped her adjust her position.<\/p>\n
Grandma winced briefly.<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
"Are you hurting?"<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
Trish adjusted the pillows.<\/p>\n
"That should make breathing a little easier."<\/p>\n
Grandma nodded.<\/p>\n
Then she looked toward me again.<\/p>\n
I stayed seated while Trish finished.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, Trish asked whether I needed anything.<\/p>\n
I requested some water.<\/p>\n
She brought a cup.<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
Then I sat beside Grandma and waited.<\/p>\n
After a while, she opened her eyes.<\/p>\n
"Music."<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
"Would you like some music?"<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
I took out my phone.<\/p>\n
There were several recordings saved on it.<\/p>\n
Some were professional performances Grandma loved.<\/p>\n
Others were recordings she'd made herself.<\/p>\n
I chose one of hers.<\/p>\n
The sound began quietly.<\/p>\n
I recognized the first notes immediately.<\/p>\n
It was a piece she'd played many evenings after Grandpa died.<\/p>\n
I watched her face.<\/p>\n
Her eyes remained closed.<\/p>\n
But her fingers moved slightly against the blanket.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether she was imagining the keyboard.<\/p>\n
Whether she could still feel the weight of the old keys beneath her hands.<\/p>\n
I remembered the way she used to sit.<\/p>\n
Straight-backed.<\/p>\n
Calm.<\/p>\n
Never wasting movement.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at her now.<\/p>\n
The same hands.<\/p>\n
The same woman.<\/p>\n
Just tired.<\/p>\n
So terribly tired.<\/p>\n
I stayed until the recording ended.<\/p>\n
Then I lowered the volume.<\/p>\n
Grandma opened her eyes.<\/p>\n
"Again."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
I played it again.<\/p>\n
This time, I closed my eyes too.<\/p>\n
I imagined the living room.<\/p>\n
The windows overlooking Lake Minnetonka.<\/p>\n
The polished piano.<\/p>\n
Grandpa's chair near the fireplace.<\/p>\n
I could almost smell the lavender and wood.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I wasn't sitting in hospice.<\/p>\n
I was seven years old again.<\/p>\n
Listening to Grandma play.<\/p>\n
Believing there would always be another afternoon.<\/p>\n
When the recording ended, Grandma was asleep.<\/p>\n
I turned off the sound.<\/p>\n
Then I sat quietly with her hand in mine.<\/p>\n
Around noon, Miles arrived.<\/p>\n
I hadn't known he was coming.<\/p>\n
He appeared at the doorway carrying a small leather bag.<\/p>\n
When he saw me, he nodded.<\/p>\n
"Everett."<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
"Hello."<\/p>\n
He looked toward Grandma.<\/p>\n
"How is she?"<\/p>\n
"Tired."<\/p>\n
Miles stepped closer.<\/p>\n
He didn't begin discussing documents.<\/p>\n
He didn't ask about Calvin.<\/p>\n
He simply stood beside the bed.<\/p>\n
Then he touched Grandma's shoulder gently.<\/p>\n
"Loretta."<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened.<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Miles."<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
"Hello, old friend."<\/p>\n
I watched her expression change.<\/p>\n
She looked pleased to see him.<\/p>\n
He pulled a chair closer.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, they spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
Mostly about ordinary things.<\/p>\n
The weather.<\/p>\n
A mutual acquaintance.<\/p>\n
A restaurant they both remembered from years earlier.<\/p>\n
I realized they'd known each other for a long time.<\/p>\n
Not just as attorney and client.<\/p>\n
As people who had shared decades of history.<\/p>\n
Grandma eventually asked about the agreements.<\/p>\n
Miles answered briefly.<\/p>\n
"The signed documents are being processed. Everything is moving according to the instructions you approved."<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Then she looked toward me.<\/p>\n
I felt my chest tighten.<\/p>\n
She was still thinking about protecting me.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
I wished I could tell her to stop worrying.<\/p>\n
But I knew that would be asking her to become somebody else.<\/p>\n
Miles seemed to understand.<\/p>\n
He placed one hand over hers.<\/p>\n
"You've done what you needed to do, Loretta."<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
He continued gently.<\/p>\n
"The records are safe. Your wishes are documented."<\/p>\n
Her eyes closed for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
I didn't want them to see me crying.<\/p>\n
Miles stayed another half hour.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, he asked me to walk with him into the hallway.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
We stopped near the window.<\/p>\n
Outside, snow had begun falling lightly.<\/p>\n
Miles looked at me.<\/p>\n
"How are you holding up?"<\/p>\n
I stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
"That's understandable."<\/p>\n
I looked toward Grandma's room.<\/p>\n
"She seems so weak."<\/p>\n
"She is."<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
"She was still making jokes a few days ago."<\/p>\n
"She may still have moments like that."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"But her condition is changing."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He didn't try to soften the truth.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that, even though it hurt.<\/p>\n
After a moment, I asked about the piano.<\/p>\n
I hated myself for bringing it up.<\/p>\n
But Grandma had spent so much energy trying to protect it.<\/p>\n
I needed to know what was happening.<\/p>\n
"Has there been any progress?"<\/p>\n
Miles nodded.<\/p>\n
"The purchaser has received formal notice of the ownership dispute."<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
"And?"<\/p>\n
"They've agreed to review the documentation through counsel."<\/p>\n
I felt a small lift of hope.<\/p>\n
"Does that mean they'll return it?"<\/p>\n
"Not yet."<\/p>\n
He spoke gently.<\/p>\n
"But the discussion remains open."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Miles continued.<\/p>\n
"Everett, I want you to know something."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
"Your grandmother is aware that recovery may take time."<\/p>\n
I looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
"She might not…"<\/p>\n
I couldn't finish.<\/p>\n
Miles understood.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
We stood silently.<\/p>\n
Then he said, "She has instructed me to continue the matter according to the written arrangements, regardless of changes in her health."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Grandma had thought of that too.<\/p>\n
Of course she had.<\/p>\n
She knew she might not be here when the dispute ended.<\/p>\n
And she didn't want her wishes abandoned simply because she couldn't speak for herself.<\/p>\n
I rubbed my face.<\/p>\n
"Thank you."<\/p>\n
Miles nodded.<\/p>\n
"Go sit with her."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"That's where you should be."<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
I returned to Grandma's room.<\/p>\n
She was awake again.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
She looked at my face.<\/p>\n
Then she reached for my hand.<\/p>\n
For a while, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell her I was sorry.<\/p>\n
Sorry for the piano.<\/p>\n
Sorry about Calvin.<\/p>\n
Sorry she had spent her last weeks dealing with lawyers.<\/p>\n
But I knew what she would say.<\/p>\n
She'd ask what I was apologizing for.<\/p>\n
And I wouldn't have an answer.<\/p>\n
So I told her something else.<\/p>\n
"I love you, Grandma."<\/p>\n
Her fingers tightened around mine.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
She opened her eyes a little wider.<\/p>\n
"Love you too."<\/p>\n
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n
The skin felt warm beneath my lips.<\/p>\n
I stayed close for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then I sat back.<\/p>\n
A little later, she whispered my name.<\/p>\n
"Everett."<\/p>\n
"I'm here."<\/p>\n
"Promise."<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
"What do you want me to promise?"<\/p>\n
She took a slow breath.<\/p>\n
"Keep teaching."<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"I will."<\/p>\n
She watched me.<\/p>\n
"Not because of me."<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
"Because you love it."<\/p>\n
I nodded again.<\/p>\n
"I do."<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
I held her hand.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered something else.<\/p>\n
"Don't become bitter."<\/p>\n
I felt the tears spill over.<\/p>\n
I wiped them away quickly.<\/p>\n
"I'll try."<\/p>\n
She gave a tiny shake of her head.<\/p>\n
"Live."<\/p>\n
That single word stayed with me.<\/p>\n
She wasn't asking me to forget what happened.<\/p>\n
She wasn't telling me to forgive people who hadn't apologized.<\/p>\n
She wanted me to keep living.<\/p>\n
To keep teaching.<\/p>\n
To keep making music.<\/p>\n
To let my future become something larger than my parents' choices.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"I promise."<\/p>\n
Grandma closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Her fingers relaxed.<\/p>\n
I stayed beside her.<\/p>\n
The afternoon passed slowly.<\/p>\n
Trish came and went.<\/p>\n
The light outside faded.<\/p>\n
I sat with Grandma until evening.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she slept.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she opened her eyes and looked at me.<\/p>\n
I didn't need more.<\/p>\n
At one point, I took out the photograph I'd brought.<\/p>\n
The one of me at seven, sitting beside her at the piano.<\/p>\n
I placed it near Grandpa's picture.<\/p>\n
When she woke, I showed it to her.<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"Little hands."<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
"Very little."<\/p>\n
She looked at the photograph for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then she touched my wrist.<\/p>\n
"Good hands now."<\/p>\n
I couldn't speak.<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes again.<\/p>\n
I sat beside her until Trish came in to check on us.<\/p>\n
She asked whether I'd eaten.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
"Not much."<\/p>\n
She encouraged me to get something.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to leave.<\/p>\n
But Grandma was sleeping comfortably.<\/p>\n
So I went downstairs for a sandwich and coffee.<\/p>\n
I ate slowly.<\/p>\n
The food tasted like nothing.<\/p>\n
When I returned, Grandma was still resting.<\/p>\n
I sat beside her again.<\/p>\n
I stayed until late evening.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, I told her I'd come back in the morning.<\/p>\n
She opened her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
I kissed her cheek.<\/p>\n
"I love you."<\/p>\n
Her lips moved.<\/p>\n
I heard the words.<\/p>\n
"Love you."<\/p>\n
I walked into the hallway.<\/p>\n
Trish was waiting near the nursing station.<\/p>\n
She looked at my face.<\/p>\n
Then she stepped closer.<\/p>\n
"Everett, would you like us to call if anything changes overnight?"<\/p>\n
I nodded immediately.<\/p>\n
"Please."<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
Then I drove home.<\/p>\n
The snow had stopped.<\/p>\n
Streetlights reflected off the wet road.<\/p>\n
I kept thinking about Grandma's words.<\/p>\n
Keep teaching.<\/p>\n
Don't become bitter.<\/p>\n
Live.<\/p>\n
When I reached my apartment, I didn't turn on the television.<\/p>\n
I didn't check my parents' messages.<\/p>\n
I sat at the keyboard.<\/p>\n
I played softly.<\/p>\n
Not because I was practicing.<\/p>\n
Not because I wanted to improve.<\/p>\n
Because I needed to feel the notes beneath my fingers.<\/p>\n
When I finished, I looked toward the photograph on my bookshelf.<\/p>\n
Grandma was smiling in it.<\/p>\n
I remembered how she'd nodded the first time I played a clean note.<\/p>\n
As though it mattered.<\/p>\n
I turned off the keyboard.<\/p>\n
Then I went to bed with my phone beside the pillow.<\/p>\n
I knew Trish might call.<\/p>\n
I hoped she wouldn't need to.<\/p>\n
And I hoped that when morning came, Grandma would still be there.<\/p>\n
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\nClick here to continue reading: PART 18: Grandma\u2019s Final Gift Wasn\u2019t the Piano or the House, but the Words She Left Me Before Saying Goodbye<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"