My Grandma

Today was a day like any other. A list of things to do. A half-desire to persue said list. An ever-calling laziness to do anything more than get out of bed. But today was different. I could've stayed in my town and gotten a lot of boxes checked off that list but decided that I would do something inefficient for a change and go out to visit my grandmother, since one checkbox involved getting a document from my Mother who also stays in the same residence.

As I made the hour long trek to the wholesome plot of land where 2 generations of my matriarchy lived, I noticed how many of the drivers seemed particularly erratic today. I also noticed how everyone was driving 85 mph instead of the standard 75 mph in the 65 mph speed limit zone.

As I pulled up to the deserted county road, I thought to myself about the stories that I had been told about each property and its supposed inhabitants and how wild and crazy each one of them was. I thought about how easy it would be to get into a head on collision and how the accident probably wouldn't be found out for at least an hour after it happened and how whoever was involved would probably not get to the hospital in time.

I thought about how when I was a kid my mother kidnapped me from the apartment where my father and I lived and how a woman I had never met before was supposed to be my mom and how I was supposed to have some kind of attachment to her because of some title that she's supposed to have. I remembered that when I got to her house, I met my grandmother for the first time.

She was a really nice lady, a lot nicer than the crazy woman who kidnapped me, and while I was sitting outside on the porch she came out and talked to me about the stars and showed me a bunch of different constellations. The crazy lady that kidnapped me, in no way, resembled a motherly figure, but the lady that came outside and offered me comfort and a warm, heartfelt conversation definitely was my Grandmother.

As I pulled up to the shotty house, I realized that everything seemed all too much neater than it usually was and that there was an eerie calm about the place. My mother was on the porch hanging linens out to dry when I got out of my car. I greeted her and told her the business that I came to discuss and asked where my Grandma was at and she told me to sit down. She said, in the sternest voice i'd ever heard her speak in, "Your grandmother died on December 13th."

And that's how I came to find out.

I know you're in a better place Grandma. I know that you did the most with what you could do with your life and wouldn't take anything back from what you did, because you always did what you thought was right. I'll see you soon.