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Where I Am Today...

I know I'm supposed to be working, but I really don't have it in me today. Instead, I read Chris Jones' Esquire article on Roger Ebert. For those of us who came of age during the 1980s, Siskel & Ebert were our go-to movie critics. Their thumbs determined which movie would get my hard-earned allowance. And they were just as much a part of my childhood landscape as Michael Jackson and Soul Train.

Seeing Ebert's trademark look ravaged by cancer just brought me back to the reality that so many of the things that made my childhood special were leaving. And that's where I am today.

Next Friday will be the second anniversary of my grandmother's death. She was such a force in my life, and I can still hear her voice in my head. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her and what she would do or say. Even though I'm not actively mourning now -- thank God -- I've been getting a little misty lately. Since she took her leave of this earth, I haven't spent any time at her house. I don't know if I can...or if I want to.

There are so many things I want to tell her. I want to get her take on the Mr. Wonderful situation. (Although I'd NEVER let her know I was living with him! She'd surely kill me.) I want to tell her about my new job (which is going great, by the way. I'll have to blog about that soon.) And I want to giggle with her one more time...

I miss Granny so much. And that's where I am right now.

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Tiffany said…
I know that feeling too. There are days I hate being in my house because I am reminded of my father, almost like he is haunting me.

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com/
February 27, 2010 at 9:15:00 AM EST
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