The Last Breaths of My First Champion

My grandmother was alive with the holy spirit before she was saved

Grandma Betty sitting on a rope swing in my childhood yard

I pulled the rental into the driveway and left everything in the car so I could proceed directly into the house on the muted, late October day. The New England fall colors had passed and a light fog was settling in over the wide Thames river alongside my grandmother’s home. I was the only thing m…