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.”

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5 Comments

  • Flynn
    Mar 15, 2010 at 21:19

    I love you, poodle. And the plate really doesn’t matter – remembering what you just remembered matters, and writing it, too.

  • Flynn
    Mar 15, 2010 at 21:21

    Will it cheer you up to know your blog is blocked at my place of work due to PROFANITY?

    It cheers me.

  • patty
    Mar 15, 2010 at 23:46

    i love you !!! and don’t worry about the plate, you have so many fond memmories of her, and you know you always were and always will be one of hers.
    thats where you get your talent for writing from,
    and that will always be with you, can’t break that !!!!

  • JP Fanshawe
    Mar 16, 2010 at 4:36

    Wonderful. The one of mine part, not the loss of the plate. But now, you will always have that plate.

  • steph
    Mar 17, 2010 at 14:44

    you get the frame and ill bring the plaster!

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