one of mine
On Friday night I cried because I was so overwhelmed with packing and moving and packing some more and because The Euro broke the crystal plate my grandmother gave me as a wedding gift. He looked worse than I did, when it happened, and I know things are just things but…
I sat in the middle of the floor and bawled and thought about my grandmother for a goodly long time. Sometimes she forgets my name. She’s so hurt by it, and worried it will hurt me too…it’s more upsetting than the forgetting.
“You’re the smart one, who used to live with me. I can’t remember why. But Honey, I know you’re one of mine.”