The ease of words flowing from my fingertips at the computer is slowed by not a lack of things to say, but rather the opposite. How do I choose what is most important? To me? To others?
My grandmother Evelyn was a source of unity for the family. Actually, looking back on my previous years, my universe practically revolved around her. After school, I would wander over to her house to hopefully make progress on my homework and have conversations in fluent sarcasm and dry humor. God, I wish I could know more about her life. Her heart was one to be envied and her style was unmistakably classy. Dignified.
I started missing her before she was gone; I began mourning her death before it was close.
Mam, I will never stop loving you. I wish I could communicate this to you now. Why didn't I know more about you?
No comments:
Post a Comment