One Hundred and Fourteen Days (Part II)
Rukhsanah Israel Lighari is my eighth grandchild. She is my oldest daughter Bethany’s third child. I chose to think of her in the present tense. She is gone from us, but someday, we’ll see her again. I know it isn’t scriptural but I picture her with her great grandfather, my dad and the baby that I miscarried. Like some family sub-grouping in heaven, waiting for the rest of us to join them. I became a grandmother much too early. As I have written about before , I became a grandmother only six months after my last child was born. It seemed I never had enough time for these grandchildren. I certainly wasn’t the dotting grandmother I would have liked to have been. I tried to get to the hospital the morning Rukhsanah was born. I did try. I didn’t make it. Jesse Alexander, smart, articulate and lively, Alysabeth Joyce, named for me, quiet, shy and beautiful and now, Rukhsanah made a full house for Bethany. Such a strange long name for a little girl, you probably wonder how she...