speaking of grandparents
Aug. 31st, 2010 12:24 pmIt's been just over a year since my grandmother died; six months since my grandfather followed.
Talking about my (sometimes startlingly vivid, see below) memories of them always feels like maligning the dead. But that's what I've got. Strong memories that taste a lot like curdled milk. They're not traumatic memories. Just, kind of, a big pile of WTF? that I never quite resolved.
Talking about my (sometimes startlingly vivid, see below) memories of them always feels like maligning the dead. But that's what I've got. Strong memories that taste a lot like curdled milk. They're not traumatic memories. Just, kind of, a big pile of WTF? that I never quite resolved.