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Sep. 15th, 2007 07:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicNo phone call yet. Waiting is terrible. I hate not knowing what is going on.
But I'm going to the airport with Lance. I don't want to be alone...waiting. If there's a call while we're out, well, I'll find out when we get home. I'd rather grieve with people around me.
We're leaving in about half an hour. Kim's plane comes in an hour earlier than scheduled.
I've been thinking about particular memories I have of Grandma...trying to decide which is my favorite.
I think I know.
I don't remember how old I was, but it was when she lived in her old house on Concord Court, so I was fairly young. I was sitting in the kitchen and Grandma was hammering a nail into the wall.
She hit her thumb with the hammer, and instead of screaming out an obscenity, she screamed out, "God Bless America!" And she stuck her thumb in her mouth and started sucking on it.
I screamed with laughter. I thought this was the most hilarious thing ever. And then Grandma started laughing. And we were both sitting there, practically in hysterics.
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Grandma was also a bit unconventional. When my first boyfriend broke up with me (and yes, I was legally of age to drink), she took me bar hopping and got me drunk for the very first time. Not drunk enough to throw up or pass out. But just drunk enough to be giggly and find everything hysterically funny.
She was also a member of the Moose Lodge and took me to a country line dance one night. It was my 19th birthday. Anyway, I hate country line dancing. I hate country music. But I went with her. And these elderly men kept asking me to dance. And I got up and danced with them, and I thought it was so funny. And I laughed more than I danced. I know Grandma enjoyed herself a lot more than I did, but now I'm glad that I have that memory.
But I'm going to the airport with Lance. I don't want to be alone...waiting. If there's a call while we're out, well, I'll find out when we get home. I'd rather grieve with people around me.
We're leaving in about half an hour. Kim's plane comes in an hour earlier than scheduled.
I've been thinking about particular memories I have of Grandma...trying to decide which is my favorite.
I think I know.
I don't remember how old I was, but it was when she lived in her old house on Concord Court, so I was fairly young. I was sitting in the kitchen and Grandma was hammering a nail into the wall.
She hit her thumb with the hammer, and instead of screaming out an obscenity, she screamed out, "God Bless America!" And she stuck her thumb in her mouth and started sucking on it.
I screamed with laughter. I thought this was the most hilarious thing ever. And then Grandma started laughing. And we were both sitting there, practically in hysterics.
Grandma was also a bit unconventional. When my first boyfriend broke up with me (and yes, I was legally of age to drink), she took me bar hopping and got me drunk for the very first time. Not drunk enough to throw up or pass out. But just drunk enough to be giggly and find everything hysterically funny.
She was also a member of the Moose Lodge and took me to a country line dance one night. It was my 19th birthday. Anyway, I hate country line dancing. I hate country music. But I went with her. And these elderly men kept asking me to dance. And I got up and danced with them, and I thought it was so funny. And I laughed more than I danced. I know Grandma enjoyed herself a lot more than I did, but now I'm glad that I have that memory.