On Sunday, my mother’s side of the family gathered to celebrate the life of my late grandmother, Norma. She passed away twenty-five years ago this week, and this is a shot I took of the angel resting on the gravestone that my grandmother shares with my grandfather and my aunt.
I wasn’t old enough to have any solid memories of my grandma. But I do have a very vague memory of going to a K-Mart in Acton, Massachusetts, plucking a Star Wars figure out of one of the brown-paneled bins that were taller than I was, and getting to bring that new figure over across the parking lot to the McDonalds that was there.
I’m not sure if that’s a real memory, or something I’m making up. But it feels real, and I get a warm and fuzzy feeling when I think about it, so I say it’s real.