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Today I went to the cemetary where my grandmother was recently burried. Today was her birthday, and if she was still alive, she'd be ninety-seven years old.
She and I were kind of close to begin with, but the last few years of her life, she was kind of out of it and I didn't get to see her very often, but it still hurts that she's gone.
When I was little, my family and I lived across the street from her home, and every day, I'd go across the street to visit her for a while. Most of the time, I'd stay the entire day.
I remember sitting on her lap in a huge comfy chair and trying to figure out the cross-word puzzles and the word finds in the newspaper. She had to move away when I was nine, then she lived two whole hours away from where I lived at the time.
I cried every day when my mom reminded me that she was living with my aunt... My mom is gone. My dad, too. And now even my grandmother has left me.
Christmas is not a fun time this year for me.
 iletthetearsfall · Wed Dec 24, 2008 @ 05:56pm · 1 Comments |
