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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

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