This was over before, before it ever began
05/28/2009
My grandmother’s house went on the market Sunday. Tuesday someone made an offer.
Nothing will ever be the same again. Nothing will be right again. Everything will always just be wrong.
I tell people at work that I’m fine, because I need to be fine there. I need to be business as usual and capable and cocksure. I know my path needs me to be just fine. So I am. But I’m not just fine. I miss my grams.