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20 de Octubre, 2007
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Categorized under Palabras | Tags: familia, My Life
YESTERDAY was the day of the funeral of my last living grandfather. I couldn't afford the cross-country plane trip on two days notice. So I didn't get to talk with my family about him, go over memories, or close the scene in any formal way. I'm sort of disappointed in that. This was the first meaningful loss in my family that I've experienced. I think I'll have to find a way on my own to do that.
When I got the phone call that he had died, I was relieved, at least, that I had seen to it (kept reminding la novia and myself) to send him a card with my thoughts, and wishing him happiness. For someone who loses track of writing people and other such tasks, it felt like a triumph to me. For someone who doesn't often speak to all of his family, it felt like I had really done something right. Before the end, I had seen to it that Grandpa knew I was still thinking of him, even with all the time that had gone by since my last letter.
Until I checked the mail and realized that the card had been returned, and he never even saw it. "Insufficient Address," whatever that means. It looks sufficient to me. I guess it doesn't matter now.
I keep looking at the dumb thing. I don't know what to do with it.
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