Yesterday was my grandmother’s funeral.
I spoke at it, for my family, and for a while, I thought about posting up the speech I wrote, but I’ve decided against it. A lot is public in this world nowadays, but some of it can remain private. I spoke of the things I loved and the things that would have embarressed her terribly, and I got a few laughs, and more tears, which seemed about right for everything on the day.
My grandmother was ninety-three when she died.
I had known her all my life, and for that, I am grateful.