"But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person. That day, I mourned mostly for Granny who had lost more than any of us, but also for Grandpa, for Mama, and for myself. I didn't want to visit Granny the the cemetery like Grandpa was doing. That was just her empty shell over there, whereas here I could touch things she had touched, look out on the flowering plants she had looked at, and walk through her house." ...
"One thing I got onto that morning, with the house full of Granny and empty of her at the same time, was the notion that she'd of hated dying so plain."
Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree pg. 56-57
Monday, June 11, 2012
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