Gretchen Rubin asks . . .

“Do You Have Happy Memories of a Place Associated with Your Grandparents?”

The only grandparent I remember is my mom’s mom. Grandma. She died when I was 12. I remember her funeral vividly.

I remember crying and crying. I remember my cousins looking at me with wondering faces, “What are you crying about?”

I don’t remember much about her. Grandma Diane. She lived in Michigan. We lived in Texas. A world away at the time.

I remember she had really long hair that she braided into a bun. And that she always had popsicles in the freezer.

And I remember thinking at her funeral, “You’re crying because you knew her. I’m crying because I didn’t.”