Retourner

Well laddies and lassies, I apologize for the delay in posting. I cant only offer the skimpy excuse that school has begun and I was harried to finish packing, saying good-bye, etc.

I went to bed pretty late last night...around 3, which was stupid because I had class at 9. I awoke at 7ish to my phone. My mother called me to tell me that my grandmother had died. I was so sleepy that all I remember saying was "I'm so sorry" and I must have been pretty incoherent with sleep, that I don't remember how that conversation ended. I sprung to class around 8:30 and it wasn't until I came back that I remembered that my grandmother had died. Isn't that awful?

I can only procure the feeble excuse that I didn't really know my grandmother very well, although I was named for her (She's the original Anna). I've met her on two vacations in my consciousness. Once when I was 8, when my grandfather was dying and she was the strong, lively one. I liked her a lot, for all that we couldn't speak to each other. The next instance was when I was 15 and she was slowly starting to get like older people get, recapping her entire life. It was okay though; I could sit and listen and understand what she was saying, but could never answer her.

I've always been envious of kids with mom-moms and pop-pops because I could never relate to that relationship. We always lived far apart, and were separated even further by language. I know how to talk a lot more now, but it's too late. I'll never know anything about them from themselves, but by my parent's memories. And they'll never know me.

Sorry for the steady note of melancholy, but it's on my mind. My momma's taking it hard I think. She doesn't even know if she can get out of work for 2 weeks to go to India for the funeral. We all knew it was coming though, so it wasn't a shock. But it's still not something anyone wants to hear.

Breakfast: tea and cake
Lunch: lamb biriyani
Dinner: hasn't happened yet, but aiming on pasta with salad