~And if you ever change your mind, you know I'm not hard to find.and if you
ever need someone, I still be waiting..
Grissom stared at envelope his mother had placed on the table.
"You could have talked to her Gil," Patricia Grissom signed to her son.
"How?" he signed back. "Whatever hearing I have left won't return for a few more days, it could be months before I know whether the operation did anything."
"She seemed to be doing pretty well signing with me," Patricia stated simply.
Grissom stared at his mother in disbelief.
"Don't look so surprised Gil," Patricia replied. "She told me she learned from a friend in college before she met you."
"She never told me," Grissom began.
"Maybe you didn't pay attention," Patricia interrupted. "You know son, the ability to listen has nothing to do with the ability to hear. Now I suggest you listen carefully to what she has to say in that letter because I think there is something else very important you need to worry about losing."
Grissom carefully unfolded the letter that Catherine had hastily scribbled in the two hours she had been in San Diego:
Gil, I'm not going to sit here and try to pretend like I know what you're going through because we both know I don't. What I do know is that you have been there for me more times than I can count, and if you ever decide you need me, I'll be here. You know where to find me (you always do), so try not to be a stranger for both our sakes. Love, Cath
Grissom stared at envelope his mother had placed on the table.
"You could have talked to her Gil," Patricia Grissom signed to her son.
"How?" he signed back. "Whatever hearing I have left won't return for a few more days, it could be months before I know whether the operation did anything."
"She seemed to be doing pretty well signing with me," Patricia stated simply.
Grissom stared at his mother in disbelief.
"Don't look so surprised Gil," Patricia replied. "She told me she learned from a friend in college before she met you."
"She never told me," Grissom began.
"Maybe you didn't pay attention," Patricia interrupted. "You know son, the ability to listen has nothing to do with the ability to hear. Now I suggest you listen carefully to what she has to say in that letter because I think there is something else very important you need to worry about losing."
Grissom carefully unfolded the letter that Catherine had hastily scribbled in the two hours she had been in San Diego:
Gil, I'm not going to sit here and try to pretend like I know what you're going through because we both know I don't. What I do know is that you have been there for me more times than I can count, and if you ever decide you need me, I'll be here. You know where to find me (you always do), so try not to be a stranger for both our sakes. Love, Cath