I used to have a Gramma and a Gramma Goya; Pkin has a grandmother. She's not doing so well; all I know is that the paramedics were called and that she's in a local ER. He's not been able to speak with him Mom to find out any details, and he's not that close with them to begin with. She may have been unconscious or not. There are a lot of unknowns, and Pkin's not the one to go to the hospital to figure it out.
His grandmother married a Jewish man and they both converted to Jehovah Witness; it was quite the shocker. They seemed to be happy with each other, though I only saw them at the end of the grandfather's live. He and Pkin didn't get along, you see Pkin's father was "the Satan spawn that defiled" his daughter. That's kind of hard to overcome, that kind of feeling. But Pkin does love his grandmother. He will be sad to see her go but he won't say too much about it. He may say something about "that's life."
He really needs to get into the Catholic mind-set; heck just a few weeks ago Mom, Dad and I visited the cemetary for the New Year's check-in. Gramma was still there, as was Aunt Epie, and Johnny Pelon too. We also checked and friends were still there as well. It's nice to know at least somethings do not change. It will be sad when there is no one left to visit my family. The graves will grow over or maybe even be displaced; you always hear about bones washing down the highway or some such indignities.
In Dallas by the Convention Center is a small, very old cemetary. It must be a founder's square or something (will look later.) The graves are of children and families, mothers and fathers. It's sad but reassuring in a way only a somewhat spiritual person can feel, I think.
Well, I guess I shouldn't be thinking of cemetaries; that is the negative Sue. Oh well, what will be will be. I'll let you know what will be.
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