As I enter her room my Grandma greets me from her sick bed with a weak smile. No wave.
I lean down, kiss her on the cheek and then whisper the secret into her ear.
Her eyes light up. “You’ve got the release date of the next 007 movie! I love 007. I want to see it if I am still here.”
“For James Bond you must be here.”
“Very well. I shall be here. What a reason to live!”
“Can’t think of any better.”
“Neither can I.”