My grandmother, Piki, passed away on Friday, June 12, 2009.
Just looking at that sentence makes my eyes water. On my dining room table sit flowers from her funeral. I know that it is time to throw them out, but I cannot steel myself to the task. To toss them away, these now-ugly, decaying blossoms, seems too casual. I would throw out others - normal, everyday flowers. I would save a bouquet from a wedding. But what do I do with these? They are neither normal nor particularly beautiful nor did Piki choose them herself.
When I see them, I think of her, and I do not want to stop thinking of Piki.