Our youngest is headed out the door soon for a mission. This week he spent some time in Provo with his granny who frankly told him she might not be here when he returns, because she is (after all) awesomely 92. She said she loves him and she'll be pulling for him on this side or the other.
I was grateful that she did not shy away from the subject. Sometimes we don't say things because we don't know how. I love that my marvelous MIL gave her youngest grandson the gift of her loving openness.