My grandmother died yesterday. Suddenly I am in Vancouver. And surrounded by family. Tomorrow is the funeral. Went to her room and opened her drawer. Took her powder puff and inhaled. It was her smell! started to bawl. Still have a saved message from her, telling me not to ride my bicycle because it was snowing in Vancouver.
I am writing her eulogy.
"My eyes want to stream together like two neighbour lakes, to tell each other all they have seen my blood has many relatives they never visit but when they die, my blood inherits" -Y. Amichai
