On Grandparents

May 30, 2010

I thought I wouldn't care if and when any of my remaining grandparents died, that the only grandparent I loved was Janine, who died before I turned four. In fact, my l last grandmother died sometime in the past year; I can no longer remember if it was even in the past six months. I thought I didn't care; I didn't cry for her, nor called my dad, nor his dad. I thought myself completely unaffected, a bit weird-ed out by the idea that she wasn't around anymore, but that was all.

I think my mom's dad won't last another year. And today, when my dad gave my sister and I his mother's inheritance I learned something.

I was wrong.

I do care.

I don't know why I care, but I do care.

I do care.