A picture of my now deceased grandmother in on of her pensive moods. She passed away a little more than a year ago and this is one of the better photos I have of her. To think of it, I dont have too many pictures of her smiling. Maybe she didn’t smile much when I was around or she didn’t smile much anyway.
My grandmother lived a widow for more than 30 years. She was very religious and hated my guts for not believing her Gods or following rules and traditions she laid out for us grandkids. That pushed most of her grandkids away from her.
And no! Its not her birthday or her death anniversary. But something triggered in my head this morning and I am reminded of my sad and lonely grandmother, who carried a lot of sadness and a lot of anger with her into her grave.
Rest in Peace Aita.