Grandma
My Grandma passed away, yesterday, Saturday, March 10th, near 14h45 in the afternoon. Funnily enough, some of the calmest and happiest memories of childhood that I have are of playing with antique red, and white wind-up cars under the heavy wooden kitchen table in Grandma & Grandpa's LaSalle apartment when I was young.
Those cars were quite possibly old enough to have been my Dad's or late Uncle Michael's, and were among the small trove of child-distractors that they kept stashed in the back of the TV-room closet (along with a short stack of comic books which I reread a million times, until the stories were burned into my memory like mantras).
I slammed my head on the underside or lip of that table a multitude of times over the years of visits and holiday meals. Still, it was a good place.
Miss you Grandma & Grandpa.
