I Remember 9-10-86
The wind whispered “Remember?” and I did. 25 years ago tonight my grandma was hit by a car and killed. I had forgotten to mark the day, as I have in the past. Not that it doesn’t matter to me anymore; just that time has a way of dulling memory like an eon of waves pounding on a sharp rock. I usually remember sometime in September whether it is just before or past the anniversary. Tonight the wind reminded me while I was packing. It was not really windy out but it did pick up and for a second or two sounded just like it did the night my grandma was killed. I remember the sorrow of that night. The mournful gusty wind that swayed the trees. My mother’s cry when she came home.
I remember my grandma. The woman who taught me to pray, to appreciate personal histories and old stories, to persevere, and to take time to stop and enjoy flowers.
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