You know, dealing with this alumni club event and working and finding a new job, I totally forgot something I will never live down: I forgot that Grandmother passed away one year ago. Not today, but maybe a week ago ... or maybe it was two weeks ago. You know, I don't remember the exact date. I just know that I am too late for it.
I was afraid that with her gone I would forget about Grandmother. Memories don't sustain, at least not in my mind. And that makes me ashamed.
BTW, I thought I was getting her ashes at some point, but I haven't received them yet. Maybe I should talk to Grandmother's biological grandson and ask him -- if it's not too weird or rude to ask him about Grandmother a little more than a year after she died.
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