While we bend down in body to the cross, we bend down in spirit to God.
Her questions are like radar — trying to fly her mind home.
“Who are you?”
“It’s Julie, Grandma.”
“Oh Julie, you’re the one who lived with me — to think I had you with me all that time.”
Feeling special, I answer, “yes, that was me.”
“And the girl in the bathtub with you — who is she?”
“That’s my sister, Jackie — you know Jackie.”
“Oh yes, she’s awfully good to me.”
“Yes she is,” I say, recalling the ways.
There’s Jackie driving up to the restaurant with Grandma riding shotgun. I open the door to help her out and gasp at the white goo covering her face. From the driver’s seat my sister reaches over with a soft bathroom towel and begins rubbing it away.
“There. No more moustache, Grandma.”
There’s Jackie wheeling Grandma like a movie star down the sidewalk, heading to the family reunion. Grandma’s hair is perfect, she’s wearing hip new sunglasses and a shade of lipstick that matches her outfit.
“Doesn’t she look pretty? Take a picture.”
There’s Jackie taking on the establishment — god help them — because Kris showed up to paint Grandma’s nails and she was out of it.
“They’d like to drug everyone in this place because it’s easier for them. But they’re not getting away with it with her.”
There’s Jackie — the heart, mind and muscle behind making sure Grandma Trudi is treated with dignity, remains connected to her loved ones, always feels included —
And is never left behind.
On this Good Friday, I bend down in body to the girl in the bathtub with me — and to the living Christ in her.
We adore you O Christ and we praise you —
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.