My grandmother died last year

Thursday, 18 April 2002

This is a picture from Christmas six months before Star Wars came out. My grandmother is the lady, obviously. The kids are me, my sister, and my cousins. The night I almost got my dad to hit me in the face was the night in ’86 I called her, “Old.” She wasn’t then; never was.

Christmas '76, Taos

My grandfather on the other side is dying right now. We have more in common than cynicism and the persisting desire to call the denizens of Deutschland, “Jerries.”

One of my best friends from high school, Adam(b), is also dying of cancer this week. I know because my best friend of 13 years who I haven’t spoken to in a couple more told me. She didn’t miss the sweet chance to get a couple digs in either.

Adam is only 32, I think, and that’s all he’ll ever be. We haven’t talked in years and maybe we never would have again. We spent most days together a long time ago. We never once had a fight. He is that nice.

I’m not going home to see either one before they die. I didn’t go home when my grandmother was dying. I love them all.

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