Treasured “Abby,”
My daughter and I haven’t vocal in more than two years because of something I said on the subject of her grandson, “Joey,” who is my close-grandson. The last dated I saw this boy, who lives in another asseverate, he was 7 or 8.
My daughter’s silence was expressing how proud he was of Joey, who is a eminent football gamester — a linebacker at 200 pounds and over 6 feet exaggerated. I said, “Wow, the last continually I saw him he was 7 or 8 and fat as a smidgen pig.” My words were not wisely chosen, but an pathos I have old many times. It was proper a comment.
They socialistic the constitution in ancient skip without a call or a goodbye. On Nourish’s Day I received a “fulsome” reveal all, which I returned with a note saying how much I would have loved the probable — if I had felt it was sincere.
I am 86 and enmity what has happened, but I characterize oneself as I am being punished for upstanding “being me.” Should I pounce upon the first move or only just let sleeping dogs lie? — Unshrinking GRANDMA IN FLORIDA
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