My four–year–old grandson Nate handed me a crumpled-up note. It was to him, from Zach, his six year-old brother. They knew I was staying longer this visit. Nine sleepovers, in fact.
Dear Nate, Zach wrote.
Please tell Memaw to have fun!!!
They knew it was my first trip since their great-grandmother died. They acknowledged it in their own ways.
Zach informed me.
Wede died, he told me.
She did, I said. And then we played.
Nate stood across the yard from me.
You're Wede, he said. You're Wede, he repeated.
I did not dispute him. Part of me is Wede. I am her representative. His mother, my daughter, is her spokesperson. My grandsons will always know Wede.
I just smiled at dear Nate and we played.
D.G. Fulford is the author of , written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of . You can find her at .
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