Facebook reminded me this morning that five years ago today was my grandmother’s funeral, just as on Saturday morning it reminded me that she passed away a hemidecade ago. I knew this was coming; a few weeks ago Facebook showed me pictures from Shore Leave 2011 (including John de Lancie and an experiment in making … Continue reading Five Years After My Grandmother’s Funeral…
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Ten years ago today, an adventure (of sorts) began. My grandmother and I took a trip from Baltimore to Raleigh. I’ve never really spoken about that trip as I’ve found it an uncomfortable — and somewhat painful — subject. My grandmother, as some know, suffered from dementia in her final years. At the time of … Continue reading Looking Back Ten Years
My grandmother’s boat of a car is gone. It was a mid-90s Ford Crown Victoria. No, scratch that. I’ve just looked at pictures. It was a late-80s Crown Victoria, probably about 1986 or 1987. I don’t know the last time my grandmother drove it. She didn’t drive it after summer 2005. That’s when the transmission … Continue reading On My Grandmother’s Car
My grandmother’s cat is gone. Yes, my grandmother had a cat. He had no name. She called him many things. He was usually just “Kitty” or “Buddy” or “Little Guy.” My grandmother hated him and she loved him. She could scream at him for no reason at all, and then be deathly worried about him … Continue reading On My Grandmother’s Cat
Last Saturday morning, July 23rd, my grandmother passed away. It was not a surprise. Her health, especially mentally but in recent months physically as well, had been in decline for years, and in the spring I knew her end would arrive soon. She was unaware of things at the end. She went in peace. The … Continue reading On My Grandmother’s Death and Funeral
I’ve written very little on the subject of my grandmother recently. In truth, there’s been very little to say. Two weeks ago, I thought she wouldn’t last a month. It could be longer than that. She is nearing the end, though. The thing about my grandmother’s decline is the way her mental age seems to … Continue reading On My Grandmother’s Decline
My grandmother doesn’t appear to have gotten any sleep last night. I locked the house up, shut off the tree, and went to bed. The television was still on, however; she usually sleeps through the night with it on, so it made sense not to mess with it. When the alarm went off, I heard … Continue reading On Morning with my Grandmother
The snow began falling at 10 o’clock Friday night. Work, last week, being what it was, prompted a number of us at the office to go to the local Irish pub after work. At the time, the forecast was calling for about twelve inches of snow. At the pub, one of the graphic designers passed … Continue reading On the Day After
Thursday night I stood in the kitchen, and I heard something. It sounded like music. It sounded like the kind of music the Nintendo or the Super Nintendo would have made back in the day. But where was it coming from? What could be making it? I turned my head this way and that, wandered … Continue reading On Fixing the Phone
Today, I bought Christmas presents for my grandmother. Buying presents for my grandmother is difficult because it is pointless. Anything important is lost upon her, anything useful would go unused. Her birthday, which falls on Christmas Eve, is even more difficult; she understands that the day is someone‘s birthday, but she cannot recollect that it … Continue reading On Christmas Shopping for my Grandmother
A telemarketer called. I don’t know what he wanted. I didn’t hang up on him. I just put the phone down, got up, fixed lunch, hung out laundry, and then came back half an hour later. He wasn’t there any more. I put the phone back on the receiver. My grandmother seemed determined to sleep … Continue reading On Saturday Musings
A year ago, I discovered that Underground Toys was producing a replica of the Doctor’s fobwatch from the “Human Nature”/”Family of Blood” two-parter of Doctor Who‘s third season. While I sort of wanted one, it wasn’t high on my list of priorities. Unlike The Journal of Impossible Things, which I instantly wanted, and I’m now … Continue reading On Watches, Faucets, and Headaches