fuck you, life...
so, after being in savannah barely a week, i am back here in cold, dreary massachusetts. my gramma is dying. they took her off of dialysis last weekend, so she probably only has a very short time left now. my gammer...'gammer' because we couldn't pronounce 'grandma' when we were little. my gammer ...who bought each of us cousins our own special color lunch tray. who remembered that i liked spaghetti o's with franks, my cousin kate liked beefaroni, and my cousin jim liked spaghetti and meatballs, and therefor always had them on hand.
she's a tough one though, my gram. she's been really sick for a year, and stretched it out as long as she could. she has been the best grandma anyone could ask for. not because she spoiled us or anything like that...she's wonderful just because she's my grandma...
have to go now...can't see to write anymore through the tears.
she's a tough one though, my gram. she's been really sick for a year, and stretched it out as long as she could. she has been the best grandma anyone could ask for. not because she spoiled us or anything like that...she's wonderful just because she's my grandma...
have to go now...can't see to write anymore through the tears.