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[fictional]

my grandfather is dead.
most of my memories of him center around a bitter old man,
furious that the world was changing around him
and lashing out that he didn't get a better deal.
but i also remember a man whose lap i used to sit it
as he read me Aesop's fables.
and a rare smile and hug when i brought him a cup of tea.

the world is changing around me.
and i don't like it.

my mother is upset naturally.
but he gave her his blessing before he died,
and told her to take care of me, and my father
and that she was always in his thoughts.

my grandparents were married for sixty years.

Comments

[prosicated.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I love you babe, I hope you're well even with the changes...

[sykii.livejournal.com]

*holds tightly*

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

thank you, love.
i 'ppreciate the kind thoughts.

i am a bit shellshocked and worried for the maternal unit, and the
grand-maternal unit, but otherwise okay.

*hugs*

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

*snuggles in*

thank you. i needed that.
love you.

[haplily.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry, Kali. You're wonderful. *hugs*

[magnetgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh precious...

I am so sorry. Your mom and family, and of course you are in my heart and prayers. I love you very much, and I love your mom too. I'm sorry you feel torn between work and going home-I know how you feel-I want to run home to hug my mom practically every weekend.

If you decide not to go, maybe tell your mom that you really wish you could? Sometimes knowing that someone loves you enough to seriously consider dropping everything to be there for you is the verbal equivalent of a nice long hug. Least that's how it makes me feel.

love love love love