May 02, 2007 00:46
Dad says that it should be pretty soon now and not to mourn him long.
He's drunk and feeling his mortality.
I said I was sorry to disappoint but he had a ways to go.
He was glum, "Yeah, I have a good doctor."
He's really funny when he doesn't mean to be.
You are a year in the ground today.
Dad and I got to the funeral home first. We were going to be seated in the chapel as everyone else arrived. On the way in I looked over and saw the casket and I couldn't do it.
I had to leave.
I just wasn't ready.
Despite all of the stories and conversations I don't feel like I knew you until you died.
You weren't a real person to me until that funeral.
You were always the mythical thing "Grandma", even when you never fit that mold.
I walked into the chapel and I saw you.
And it still hurts.