Loss Lessons -- Sporadic Voids
I grew up in a house simple yards away from my grandparents' house. Sometimes my grandpa would come up to the screen in our windows. I would run to the window and talk to him In his baseball hat and sunglasses. I have pictures of him greeting me as I ran off the school bus In early elementary. He was so tall and sturdy and healthy then. He helped me carry school projects Asked me "Where's your jacket?" "Did you wash your hands when you got home from school?" Sometimes my parents would call my grandparents' number To make sure I was over there And I was. Sometimes my grandma would be at the store When I got home from school And my grandpa and I would talk freely. What's going on at school? -- Are your classmates treating you well? How are your grades? What have you been playing at piano lessons -- Anything more upbeat? (The wind carried slow, minor chords to their house.) Then we'd see my grandma's car and he told me "Let's help you...