| Monday, November 26, 2007 |
| travelling mercies |
When my grandmother died, I was afraid I'd forget her because I didn't have any specific memories of her. Her name was Theresa.
When my grandfather, over a decade later, was delusional and on his deathbed, he called out for Suzie while holding my hand, and I instantly remembered. He called my grandmother Suzie. No one knows why, it is an inside joke that he took with him when he died; but he called out for Suzie, and I instantly remembered. I still have no specific memories of my grandmother, but now I can hold onto the name Suzie and remember what it was like to have her around.
It really is impossible to eulogize someone. |
posted by La Malinche @ 10:05 PM   |
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