Some things are more difficult to write when you know your famliy will be reading. Over on the travel blog, I just wrote that at our apartment, “things are generally not in the state where you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be comfortable having your grandmother visit. (Actually, given that my grandmother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been gone a decade now, if she wants to come pay a visit she can come no matter what the house looks like.)<\/p>\n
That last sentence took a lot of careful wording, considering that people will be reading it who loved my grandmother (still do, in fact) and also people who are still grieving for the two of Rudder’s who died in 2007. I think the wording above is something they’ll all be comfortable reading. Problem is, I’m not.<\/p>\n
Too literal a mind is my problem, along with too many folksongs. My first thought was that I’m not quite sure I want her in my house unless ten years is long enough for decomposition to finish. (Through a coffin, possibly not.) My second thought was about clay-cold breath and unquiet spirits. I miss my grandparents, but not enough to prevent me living my life as happily as they’d want me to, and not enough to want to keep them from moving on. Still, any time she wants to pull a Grandma Tzeitl on me, she’s more than welcome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some things are more difficult to write when you know your famliy will be reading. Over on the travel blog, I just wrote that at our apartment, “things are generally not in the state where you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be comfortable having your … Continue reading