Sunday, June 16, 2019 07:09

Grandma In The Dust

“Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning …” Bill Withers

I reckon that personal blogs are for telling personal stories. Until now, I haven’t really done that…but I figure this is as good a time as any to share something…

So, I was the last person to see my Grandma alive.

She had a colostomy performed the week before and was recovering in a convalescent home. I went to see her on a weekend day to try to cheer her up. I only stayed about 15 minutes because truth be told, she smelled really bad (must have been a side effect of the operation). I left and drove home and at some point, I remember picking up a book and laying down in my bed to read it.

While I was reading, someone called my house about my Grandmother. My stepsister answered and they relayed the sad news…however, my stepsister wasn’t comfortable enough to convey to me that my Grandma passed. She waited until my stepmother came home, who walked into my bedroom and relayed the news to me.

The book I was reading was William Faulkner’s “Intruder In The Dust”. At the very moment my stepmother walked into the room and told me that my Grandma had died, the scene in the book I was reading was as follows: Two kids and and old woman were in the process of digging up a grave.

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