A post on FB asked, “what makes you remember your grandma”. Made me think that remembering their love and care used to come via something unique these grandmas of my generation people had. 417 more words
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Around 11 P.M yesterday, on my way back home from *****, my mind drifted to my grandmother. I remembered all of the things I should have when she died and in the backseat of a taxi – in all of the quiet and discomfort – I cried all of the tears I should have cried at her funeral.