Right away I see my grandmother. I am six and I am sitting across the table from her at the farm. I am feeling sad, because my sister got to sit next to her.
Grandmother is leaving for the winter. I already miss her.
“Don’t be sad,” she said. “I’m sitting right across from you. See? who-o-o, who-o-o. You can just wave at me and say, ‘who-o-o, who-o-o.’”
Somehow that worked and I perked up. I didn’t have to sit next to her to be close. I could just look at her and wave and say, “who-o-o, who-o-o” (Look at me! Here I am! I’m close by! I love you!).