Grandma
Two
years ago today you took your last breath; your tired heart beat
one last time. Those eyes, they had seen so much over the years,
they closed, never to open again.
On a day too sunny to be October, we got the call. That call. The
one everyone secretly knew was coming. It was a forbidden topic.
Even my sister, 3 at the time, knew not to talk about grandma. We
could always tell something was wrong. Whenever my aunt came all
the way from her cozy home in Massachusetts, something had
happened. But of corse, it would always get better. Well, maybe not
this time.
Laying in bed with my dad, around 8:30 in the morning it
happened. The phone rang. I burst in to tears, knowing what this
dreaded had call meant. The first time I had ever seen my dad cry.
I wish that at the time I’d had a better understanding of
what was happening. I was lost, a typical 10 year old girl.
Starting to realize what mattered… and what
didn’t.
I had always viewed my grandma as a strong woman, trapped in a
delicate body. Kind of like the porcelain faced dolls at the old
antique shows. I was never allowed to touch those old dolls; for
fear that I would shatter one of them. But, I would always admire
their beauty from a far.
Grandma Two years ago today you took your last breath; your tired
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Oct 3, 2012 10:16pm
