Grandma Ethel

My Mom and I are going to visit Grandma Ethel today. It would have been her birthday, so we'll go to the cemetery and visit her vault, or what we like to call, safety deposit boxes. You're not allowed to take real flowers , who knows why. I had wanted to take her a daffodil -- they are up and blooming under blue -- hooray -- still too chilly skies. I'll wear a piece of her jewelry instead. Maybe the coral beads. Grandma Ethel was my Dad's mother, so we are doing this for him, too. We'll take another outing day to visit him in his grave on the other side of town, when the weather is nicer.

We'll be there soon enough, I tell my Mom.
Literally or physically?, she says. Ha ha.

I sometimes see Grandma Ethel in the mirror.
Grandma, on your birthday,no offense and I love you, but this scares me badly.