All Alone With These Memories...

[monkeymaiden89]

Today it will have been 4 year since my grandmother died. I've gotten better over the years, but the holidays still suck. I guess nobody really understands why I hate it so much. When I was little, I would spend either every weekend or everyother weekend with my grandmother. She was the greatest. We would watch football and she would give us "

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Holiday Losses

[anonymous]

It's always harder when you associate the loss of a loved one with a holiday. My grandfather died in the month of July, but my memory of his lies in the stories he told about the war. So I remember him and miss him most on Memorial or Veterans Day.

Then you have my grandmother, who finished her 80+ years of independance by beating up a paramedic and the three police officers that it took to remove her from her home. I never did see her during the month that she spent in the hospital because I wanted to remember her for being the kind of person who would rather spend a week laying on the floor of her kitchen, feeding herself from the bottom shelf of the fridge, because she was too stubborn to call for help. I guess that's where my stubbornness comes from.

I remember when we'd visit, she used to say "So where would you like to eat? We can go to the chinese buffet, swiss chalet, or kiernans? It's you're choice"
and I'd say "lets go to the Chinese Buffet"
and she'd say "I'd rather go to Kiernans"

and then we'd get there and eat, and she'd say "would the kids like some dessert? How bout ice cream?"
and I'd say "No, thank you, they're full"
and she'd say "Hogwash. They'll have ice cream cuz I'm buying it for them."
One time I tried to pay at a restaurant and when the waitress came, she slid my wallet off the table and onto the ground, giving her enough time to toss her credit card at the waitress and wisk her away.