A year ago today, as I was driving south on Duval, I got a phone call from my Dad. He was calling to tell me my grandma had passed away. He had warned me to sit down or, if I was driving, to pull over, but I kept driving. A few moments after he told me the news, I realized I had come to a stop in the middle of the road with cars starting to line up behind me wondering what I was doing. I was stunned. My grandma and I were so very close. We could talk for hours about anything and everything, and she always knew what was bothering me without my having to say a word. I miss her more than I can describe; it is amazing how strong the pain remains after a year. To help ease it, I keep some of her things around me all the time. This was her rosary; she always had one hanging from her rearview mirror and now this one hangs from mine. Every time I look at it, I remember how I never understood how she could drive with one of these continuously clacking and wildly swaying from her rearview mirror; the memory always makes me smile.
No comments:
Post a Comment