The day before Thanksgiving

I had to drop a wreath off at my grandmother's house today.  She had ordered one from our band fundraiser and I wanted to make sure that she got it.  I became emotional even before we got there, and it was so hard to be so close and not really be able to visit.  I put it on the porch, rang the doorbell, and then stepped back so she could step outside.  It could tell she was fighting tears as well.  It was raining, so we couldn't even really visit outside.  Praying this all ends so soon, and that she is around when it does.  She turns 90 two weeks after Christmas, and we all know nothing is guaranteed.