a little pit about Brent's Grandma Fran
currently just chilling at home, you've all probably heard that Brent's grandma died. I feel really fucked up about it. I think it's because I still haven't fully grasped the idea of death yet. I know that two of my grandparents are not alive anymore, as well as my aunt and some childhood friends but it's so wierd when someone passes but you haven't yet realized that they aren't here anymore and that you'll never be able to talk to or see them again. I also feel really wierd because I didn't get to talk to Fran before she passed, I went to the hospital with Brent and I was going to stop in and say hello to her and tell her I hoped she got better, but as soon as I walked into the hall of the hospital wing she was in, I started crying hysterically and I couldn't get myself together enough to go in and see how she was. Then we left and came to school and now she's dead. For those of you who never got to meet Brent's grandma let me tell you she was hillarious. She had this bright red hair that was permed in a really tight curl so it made kind of a little ball of hair on the top of her head. She always had something to say, she wasn't shy about opinions or telling you what exactly she thought about you. She was always telling Brent he looked like a hippy with his long hair, or yelling at Reid about getting a job and pulling up his pants. Whenever she would make a comment that people didn't like she would look at me and wink, almost as if she knew I was the kind of person that said things that maybe people wouldn't like as well. When I pierced my nose she thought it looked neat, and at dinner she would always make sure I was pulling up a chair next to her. My all time favorite memory about Fran is the time we all went to Timberlodge Steakhouse with Brent's family and his cousin from California. During dinner brent's cousin brought up the fact that she had voted for Bush and Fran started yelling that, " I wouldn't spit in George Bush's ass if it was on fire. That man is no good." She kept going on and on about how she didn't even want to sit at the same table as someone who had voted for "that moron." She then followed it all up by saying that she didn't see the difference between casting a vote for George Bush and casting a vote for Sadam Hussien, since they both kill so many people. That was the icing on the cake, people all over the restaurant we're looking at her like they were going to start a fight and Fran didn't care. She just kept eating her dinner looking pissed. Then when Brent's dad wouldn't stop asking her if she wanted a mushroom ( a vegtable she hated) she gave steve the finger and looked at me and we laughed for quite awhile. I want to be one of these kinds of old ladies, ones that are still in touch with the times, the old liberal women with bright red hair and lots to say. I think I'll remember that for a long time, Fran ruled and she loved Brent so much you could see it in her eyes. She was so proud of all he's accomplished and she thought he was the cutest boy that was even born. I think her and I connected on this level too, because I think she could see it in my eyes how much I love her grandson. I know this is probably a downer for all of you but I had to get it out. I'm sure whereever Fran is now, she's still being her usual self and having a great time. I'll miss her.
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