And I'm feeling much better. I'm pretty much healed up, but all my ab muscles have gone mmmm-bloop, a big bummer.
Today is a tough day for me, not for the obvious reasons, but because it's the day my grandmother died in 1999. If there wasn't the huge reminder of the date I'd just do my general missing her, but I end up spending all day being weepy and feeling like she just died all over again.
A week after she died I wrote this:
The ferry left for Catalina today with you on board.
I stood on the beach and waved and waved and waved
And the swing band got softer and softer
You raised two sons, but I was your girl
You held me as I was christened
You watched me emerge from childhood
You saw me wed to a good man
I help you tend your windowbox garden
I laughed when we fed the ducks
I believed you would help me feed my children
And now all I know is that
you boarded the ferry with your hat
pinned on tight and your hair just so.
I heard the band fire up and
I saw you foxtrotting as the ferry pulled away
And I waved and I waved and I waved
Long after everyone had left
I sat on the beach with the
still and silent rusting behind me
and the lights of the pavilion floating
in front of me like fireflies.
Wishing I could hear the Glenn Miller
getting louder and louder as
the ferry brought you back to shore
correcting this heartbreaking error.