Grandma Was Only an Honorific
Seeky L. H. Wolf
Maybe itÕs too late for me to apologize. I mean, youÕre gone, dead. That sounds so cheery to say, doesnÕt it? YouÕve been gone for nearly three months now. Why would you even want to listen to me, the dimwit?
I was your dimwit. You called me dimwit, and I called you Grandma, trying to tease you about your age. At least, at first it was teasing, but later, it was an honorific. You were truly like a member of my family.
You were better than my mother, the unemployed freak that she is. She was worthless, but you were someone to look up to. You taught me so much, not just how to fight, intimidate people, etc.; but how to treat girls, be a good person, not totally screw up my life. You get the idea, right?
You always knew what I was saying. You listened to me. When I was having trouble with Keiko, you helped me realize what she wanted. When I was having trouble in school, you tried to make me care about it, explaining how it affected ME.
Boy, that sounds self-centered. Maybe I was a bit selfish. You spent all this time on me, and I never thanked you. Well, I will now.
Thanks, Grandma. For everything. IÕm sorry that I didnÕt do this earlier. Like, when you were alive. Like, when you could hear me.
Well, I donÕt know if youÕre able to hear me; but a small piece of you is alive in me. IsnÕt that why you took me on as a prodegŽ? So your gifts could live on?
They do live on, in me. And in my relationship with Keiko; which is much like you and Toguru when you were young (if your description is really true).
Grandma, you know I loved you. Grandma wasnÕt a mean name; it was an honorific. Like Dimwit.
Maybe itÕs too late for me to apologize. I mean, youÕre gone, dead. That sounds so cheery to say, doesnÕt it? YouÕve been gone for nearly three months now. Why would you even want to listen to me, the dimwit?
I was your dimwit. You called me dimwit, and I called you Grandma, trying to tease you about your age. At least, at first it was teasing, but later, it was an honorific. You were truly like a member of my family.
You were better than my mother, the unemployed freak that she is. She was worthless, but you were someone to look up to. You taught me so much, not just how to fight, intimidate people, etc.; but how to treat girls, be a good person, not totally screw up my life. You get the idea, right?
You always knew what I was saying. You listened to me. When I was having trouble with Keiko, you helped me realize what she wanted. When I was having trouble in school, you tried to make me care about it, explaining how it affected ME.
Boy, that sounds self-centered. Maybe I was a bit selfish. You spent all this time on me, and I never thanked you. Well, I will now.
Thanks, Grandma. For everything. IÕm sorry that I didnÕt do this earlier. Like, when you were alive. Like, when you could hear me.
Well, I donÕt know if youÕre able to hear me; but a small piece of you is alive in me. IsnÕt that why you took me on as a prodegŽ? So your gifts could live on?
They do live on, in me. And in my relationship with Keiko; which is much like you and Toguru when you were young (if your description is really true).
Grandma, you know I loved you. Grandma wasnÕt a mean name; it was an honorific. Like Dimwit.