Sometimes I Hate Being RightWhen my grandmother entered the hospital we family were given a pamphlet to soften the blow that she probably wouldn't be returning home after brain cancer surgery. I was persuaded. She never came home.
She was closer to me than my mother, her daughter. I miss her.
At least she died after being able to pronounce a sacred mantra the nurses fumbled over and couldn't pronounce. When she died we think she knew fewer than 100 words. 2 of them were the mantra: Om Guru.....
freeed 61-65, M 2 Aug 10, 2011