Memories, Vol. 3

[jianantonic]

April 24th, 1998. We'd gone out to a movie. We went out to lots of movies. We got home sometime in the early evening, maybe 8 or 9, and the house was quiet. I went upstairs and caught a glimpse into my grandmother's apartment. Something wasn't right. She was lying on the floor. Her eyes were closed and her lips were black

Comments

[hikerpoet]

Aw, very well written. I had a tough 15th birthday, too. Been thinking of you!

[zekejojo]

I'm so glad you had him in that moment. People are complex both at a single time and through changing over time. And we must allow for people's full humanity. People must be remembered for the totality of who they were, not just their best or worst moment. And other moments, good or bad, don't undo other things we have done.