One month after I finished writing the first part of this piece I called my
grandfather and wished him a happy Easter. My grandfather was born on Easter Sunday
and so I always think of him even if Easter doesn’t happen to fall on his
birthday and this year it fell eight days short of his birthday. I asked him
how my grandmother was and he told me that she had deteriorated severely and I
already knew that because my parents had told me the same thing the night
before. I had no words to say to him and so I asked him to tell my grandmother
that I loved her and he responded that he would.
All of these events occurred in my head. Some of them occurred in real life as well.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
san diego: on my grandmother (part I)
It hailed on the evening of Friday, February Eighth and I
remember it well because hail is uncommon in San Diego and because my parents
were visiting me from Kansas and because the next morning would be the first
time I would hear that my grandfather had decided that after sixty three years
of marriage he would no longer be sleeping with my grandmother.
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