Monday, February 13, 2012


I do not know when the next time I will go back to California. I hope my grandmother understands. She cannot comprehend the world around her. Her mind vanished months ago. She is a falling leaf from a tree. I wish she could remember my face, my voice. I will introduce myself to her as the love of her life. I am my grandfather, her only husband. She will smile. Everything will be worth the tears.