The plan was for a fun day.
“Grandma, are you coming?” asked the grandkids, already suited up for a swim.”
With a smile and a nod, I went to the closet to find mine.
It had been a long time. But I thought… maybe. Possibly.
I lifted it, put it on, and immediately felt ill.
The fabric now clung where it hadn’t previously.
Everything looked softer. Weighing more. Things aren’t the same as they once were.
The woman in the mirror was unrecognizable.
I covered myself with a towel, trying to stop from crying, and said, “Maybe tomorrow, honey.”
But that “tomorrow” never came.