Monday, June 26, 2006

Don't know what to thank. I know she symbolized many things in me. Didn't had the chance to talk to her much, being that we were in some ways similar. Austere. My grandma was if nothing else, secretive. When she was healthy she wouldn't let anyone enter her sanctum, just my grandpa and sometimes one of her daughters, sometimes. Her lair was perfectly shaped to her way of being. My aunts several times told me how I was just as stubborn as she. I knew they referred to that part. I know she was proud of me. She was proud of only two of us, grandsons... I'm gonna miss you.

Her voice was of a girl.


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