memories.

my grandma passed away on the 3rd of August. she was 96. and had spent the last 9+ years in a home. the last year or so of which she was bedridden and uncommunicative.
everyone that came to pay their last respects to grandma had an individual stylized mental snapshot of her, a personal story that warmed their hearts, a sliver of who she had been. before the senile dementia, even before the paranoia had begun.

i believe that now finally, my grandma is free, and that she has spent her decade of hell-on-earth-years eradicating any lingering karma she may have had to carry forward, and that finally she is safely in heaven. the memories that hit me 2.5 weeks later made me smile, laugh, shake my head, and even cry. i think if one parks any negative vibes, and holds on to only the good, then everyone has "the" memory that they can hold on to with the deepest love, and respect.

Mr. Twit surprised me. i collapsed at my grandma's final prayers (14th of August), i think as a result of an overwhelming couple of weeks, and having experienced a low sugar level, i fell in the final moments of the final prayers. Mr. Twit came to sit right by me, and talk to me, and stayed with me until i was all better. he broke the boundaries of us not talking for a year, of coming to sit amongst the women, just to sit gently on the floor with me. maybe grandma wanted us to be closer, or at the very least act civil in public.

Mrs. Twit was the usual class-act-bitch that she was born to be. the memories i keep with me about Mrs. Twit, even when i discard the mean times, and all the negativity with her?? hmmm... i have the same silly sense of "why???" "whyyyy or whyyyyy am i in the same family with her?" i think so that i can never make the mistake of being her friend :) thank you grandma, for showing me this even in your last moments, what really matters the most. and that being finally estranged from Mrs. Twit is not a bad thing at all.

God Speed Mahji xx