today is july 29, 2003.

twelve years ago. july 29, 1991. it was raining and my mother sat me down and suggested we watch a movie. i chose all dogs go to heaven.

the next day my mother woke me up and told me that my maw-maw, my father's mother, had passed away in the night.

that's where my father had been. as i watched the little girl saying goodbye to charlie my dad was saying goodbye to his mother.

i remember taking it very well at the time and my mother tells me they had been preparing my five year old mind for months as the cancer progressed.

today i was watching television and my dad asked me if i remembered anything big about today.
i didn't.

maybe i shouldn't feel guilty for not remebering, but it can't really be helped.

she was a great lady. a genius with a paintbrush and an angel in the kitchen, no one has yet been able to manage biscuits as heavenly as when she threw them together, and her rendition of a clown hangs with pride in my parent's bedroom.
she was such a lively, happy person. i don't ever remember her acting anything short of chipper. she was always laughing, even when the chemo had rendered her completely bald and almost immobile. i'm sorry i only have a five year old's perspective of her.

she was a great lady and she deserves to be remembered by all the lives she touched, even the little ones.

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