I lost my grandmother last night. She was a woman of education, of craft, of books and education.
I wanted to write something sweeping and beautiful about all the wonderful things she did for me.
I wanted to talk about the thin romance volumes, libraries, the politics of Cleveland, OH, the travel, the writing…
but the words wouldn’t come.
Not because the there weren’t words for those times, for there were entirely too many, but the things the were the best were the things that I really couldn’t talk about with anyone except her.
And I spent an incredible anount of time telling her how much I appriciated it before she couldn’t renemner me anymore.
So I’ll just say goodbye.