Remembering Grandma (she died, I remember that part vividly)
When I was in the fifth grade, my mom let me starve my pet rabbit to death to teach me a lesson about lying when I said I had fed it. I also had to write 500 sentences in non repeating colors that I would always be truthful. Because she felt that a fifth grader dealing with the guilt of murdering his favorite pet wasn't a fair enough punishment.
Back to my dyeing grandma.
My mom had been spending the last few weeks with her and I had my last visit with her and in her barely conscious state she gave me a giant blue book of etiquette. The standard for book of how to properly function as a social person. My grandma told me that this book would come in handy for me when I need to know how to speak respectfully to my mother on the phone. Then she told me that the way I neglect to have a relationship with my mom has let her down and (because I am a Christian) has changed her perspective on Christianity.
After she died, my aunt brought over a garbage bag of clothes. I sent them all to the goodwill except for a yellow robe. So that's all I got to remember the only sane and normal acting person who was part of my childhood. A book of etiquette and yellow robe.
Posted by Chase Roper