The evening my mom died, I was trying to call my DD at work to tell her about it. She'd said that she wanted to know so she could take a few moments alone and pray. For some reason, I'd transposed a number and got a disconnect message. I called her son to get her work number. I didn't tell him what had happened. I felt she should be there when she told him. The day after my mom passed my DD called me to check on me. She told me a what happened when she got home from work. I really needed that laugh.
The conversation below is between my DD and her son.
DD arrived home from work and was tearful. Her son asked what was wrong.
DD - Grandma died.
GS - When? How? Why? - very alarmed.
DD - You knew it was going to happen.
GS - No I didn't!
DD - We've been expecting it.
GS - No we haven't!
DD - She was very sick.
GS - She was? No she wasn't!
GS - I just spoke with her on the phone.
DD realized he was confused.
DD - My Grandma died. Grandma M____.
GS - OH! YOUR Grandma. My Great Grandma. That's OK. She's been sick.
I had to laugh at that one. Bless his heart. He was very happy to see me when I got back home.
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ah Mare, that must've been a shock to your grandson! I often overlook the relationship difference in conversations like that with my boy when I refer to my grandma, he thinks I'm talking about my mom (his g-ma). We're all glad, as is he, that you are alive and well. I'm sure your mom had a chuckle about it too