Leave the Light On

Do you know how many times I would text Sue to let her know that the basement lights were on? Since Hank died, she never went downstairs. It was generally one of the grandkids who left the lights on when they were getting away to play.

And last week Sunday, I texted her again that Colton had left the light on. She called the next day to laugh about her grandson and to roll her eyes at the universe. And she said she’d go downstairs to turn the light off. Which she did. 

The basement light is now on, and I can’t call her to let her know that it is. 

And I’m in my bedroom looking at her house and crying.