i burried my grandmother this past tuesday, the 19th. she was hit by breast cancer for the second time in her great life and it moved to her brain. goddamn shit took her out in two weeks. i didnt get to say goodbye.
i didnt get to pull weeds for her in her garden one last time,
i didnt get to sleep on her god awful uncomfortable couch after watching a special on pbs with her.
i didnt get to attempt the new york times crossword puzzle with her.
i didnt get to see her as the strong and stubborn woman that she was before the cancer stole her eyesight from her.
i didnt get force fed lima beans and tomatos by her.
i didnt get to drink an ice cold orange soda from her fridge or try to learn how to knit for the billionth time.
even though she lived in kentucky, an hour and a half away from me, i miss her.
even though i didnt see her but 5 or 6 times a year, i miss her.
i took for granted the fact that she was always going to be there, invincible.
diane marie hebel clark was an amazing woman,
selfless and kind and loving.
she made sure her grand daughters were ladies, and her grandsons were gentlemen.
i'm glad she's in peace now and no longer in pain.
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