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Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2002 @ 5:06 a.m.

I have this expensive habit of putting my cell phone in my pocket WITHOUT locking the key pad before. The result being that keys get punched and calls get made.

The most common recipient of these unknown to me calls is my boss, Principal Salsa Del Fuego. She finds it amusing. Which i'm glad of.

Most of the time I'm oblivious to these calls, ocassionally my hearing is good enough to actually hear what is going on in my pocket, and I pick up and hang up, or well even just ignore it.

This last week, i've pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that the nursing home where my Grandma C. resides has been dialed on atleast three seperate occasions. Each time I'm a bit baffled as the number is in the middle of my list of numbers on the phone, not the first entry as my bosses is. On Monday, there was even a screaming nurse on the other end when I pulled the phone from my pocket, but I just clicked it off.

Not one time did I think to actually answer, "Hello, may I speak with Willie Mae C., please?"

Nope, not once.

Grandma died yesteday.

She's gone.

Her endless stories are silenced.

Her funny sayings, only a memory . . . "What was that grandma used to say?"

I have no memory for such things. Only fragments, glimpses, remain.

This last week, my grandpa, J.C. has been visiting grandma everyday. She tells the nurses about him, and what they've talked about, and how handsome he is. She says, "You just missed J.C. did you see him? He still has that old fadora, I really should get him a new one."

Grandpa has been dead for 12 years.

I've been listening to what has been going on. Knowing that grandpa has been there.

KNOWING.

The Dr's think they are halucinations from some possible drug interactions.

I didn't think so.

I just hadn't put two and two together. It just didn't occur to me that grandpa had come to be with her when she died.

(fucking crying, atleast my sinuses are getting rinsed out.)

They said she went so easy. She just layed there. Her breathing more shallow with every breath.

Dad said she just slipped away.

That she was gone without them hardly even realizing it.

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