3cubed

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

 
My Grandma

Maggie is named after my grandmother whom I had a close relationship with. My grandma died shortly after Christmas 2001. Her sudden illness is actually the catalyst which led me to leave Bobby. That however, is another story for another day; I've been thinking a lot lately about Grandma and it's her I want to write about.

After her hospitalization, she required constant care & came, as did I, to live with my parents. Because Chrissy was home from school for Christmas break and everyone else worked, most of the burden of caring for her fell to Chrissy, which I know was emotionally hard on her. Although after her death, Chrissy & I spent a week in our pajamas, too depressed and emotionally drained to do anything but watch movies at home, I still do not think I have dealt with her death. I have pretty much just been pretending that I haven't had the time to go visit her, which I didn't even consciously realize until the other day. My grandma never in her life drove a car, my mother used to take her grocery shopping every Thursday night at the "old people's" Publix on University Blvd. At least once a month I took her to Wal-Mart, Target, Big Lots (Grandma was a great Big Lots fan), wherever else she wanted to go & we would have lunch. The other day I had a random thought that I hadn't seen Grandma in a while & I needed to go visit. Then it kinda hit me & I started crying while I was driving.

My Grandma was this really feisty woman from Boston, who told people exactly what she thought and did not really give a damn what their reaction was. With anyone else I probably would have found that characteristic particularly annoying, but with her it was just endearing. Once (she was probably in her late 70's when this occured) she was sitting outside Publix smoking a cigarrette waiting for my mother to pay for her groceries when this man walked by, gave her a dirty look and told her she was polluting the air with her smoke. My grandma told him to go fuck himself.

That's probably my favorite story about my grandma. I feel a little better, maybe I'll write about her more often, but for now I must sleep.

Oh I almost forgot, I got outbid on the dress today & had to increase my maximum bid, which is more than the sale price was. That really pisses me off.
Tina 12:05 AM