Her name is Billie Jean

26 Jun
  Eleven years ago, right around mid morning, my maternal grandmother left this place while her pain ridden body lay motionless in her bed. That adage that time heals all wounds is false, at least for those of us with perfect elephant memories. I still hurt and I still miss her walloppy laugh and I still turn to dial a number I can never erase, 323-757-5508, she had it for 32 years and felt slightly perturbed about changing her area code, just to tell this monarch what madness my kids have done today, just to see if she’d like me to recreate them for her listening or viewing pleasure.
 I never thought it would hurt like this. I never realized the significance of who was there with us, my mom and me, as we served BB her last day in the home she bought in what used to be a “Good Neighborhood”, in almost Hawthorne. My dad’s mom arrived twenty minutes before goodbye, “just checking in on my friend,” she smiled as I sat Grandma Clark down with a cool drink to nurse the last of her memories before she lost them and her days a few years later. I’ll never forget coming out of Grandma’s chamber in tears only to be solaced by the little Indian lady whose eyes danced when she smiled.
   So forgive me for this essay of a status but surveys show that my kids are two thirds grown and my ornery, secretive and goofy best friend who taught me the ropes of fighting, saw only a portion of these three unthinkable people. Yes, I know she can see us all but it’s just not the same. I need the walloppy laugh when Daniel tells a joke, when Zach cruelly denies another kid’s shot, or when Karlie robs a batter’s hope by throwing her out at first. If you’re reading this BB, wallop a good one and make Heaven shake, rattle and roll. I love you❤️.
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