speaking of grandparents

[pantryslut]

It'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.

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[irontongue.livejournal.com]

What happened is what happened; talking about it doesn't malign the dead, though I understand why you might feel that way. They're the ones who did/said/acted the way they did.