Day Eight

Magical Memory #8 is Chick-fil-A.

On October 30th, when we had to admit Grey to the hospital for failure to thrive, "the mean one" called and asked if she could bring us dinner. She brought us Chick-fil-A, Bill's favorite.

On December 10th she would bring us lunch, Chick-fil-A. She didn't even have to ask us what we wanted. She even remembered Chick-fil-A sauce for Bill's strips.

And on December 10th, she would take Grey from me, kiss him on the head, and say good-bye for the last time.

This "mean one" was a stranger to our family last August, new to our school and her job. She had a connection with Grey that few knew about, and still does. When Grey got sick, she jumped into our lives when it would have been much easier to walk away.

But she didn't. She loved us enough to bring us Chick-fil-A.