Tag: missing my family

My grandma died in the mid-1960s: lived just long enough to be a Mets fan. She was wise, she was gentle, she was good. She raised six daughters (including my mother) who grew up to be good. And one night, her family having just watched the Lawrence Welk Show, she announced, “I think I’ll go to bed now.” And that was the end.

I was only a boy when she died, and it was a long time ago. But yesterday, from out of nowhere, it hit me like a truck.

No Grandma! How could that be? Can she have any idea how much I miss her? I had no idea until just then!

Okay, I’m sick and my emotions are brittle. But dammit, where is everybody? I want my grandma. I need for her to know that.