This year’s Easter Sunday with my family was different from previous years. Not just because the date was later than it usually is, but because an integral member of my family who was with us all those previous years wasn’t here to celebrate it with us. My grandfather, passed away at 95 this past November. It was a very tough time for me, but it was even tougher for my mother and especially my grandmother, who was married to him for 53 years. Ever since then, we’ve tried to spend as much time with my grandmother as possible because we know how hard it is living there without him. So this Easter, we all drove to Philadelphia to see her and enjoy the holiday together. But not before stopping to see my grandfather. It was the first time I saw him since the funeral. Despite seeing my Mom and brother in tears, remembering all the good times we had with him, I didn’t shed a tear this time. I think that was because he wanted me to be the strong one for them. Even though I almost cried myself. I swore to him when I last saw him at the funeral that I was going to make him proud, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
Anyway, I’m going to move on because I don’t want anyone to cry reading this post. We scooped my grandmother from her house and went to visit my cousin in Northwest Philadelphia, who was having a get together dinner for Easter. While we were there, we enjoyed food, basketball, and pool, where I scratched the cue ball more than I scratch disks. My brother was a ref for one game, but he was making calls like a paid ref at a Superbowl game. I didn’t get mad at him though–actually I did, but not in that “I’m gonna fuck you up so bad, they’ll need dental records to ID you” way. After finishing dinner, we returned to my grandmother’s house, so she could collect her things and drive back with us. We didn’t want her to be by herself, so my stepdad and I drove her car back with us, and I kept him awake in the car by playing rap music.
Yesterday, I ran errands with my mom and grandma early in the day. I went to the mall, to look for new clothes, when I came across a suit I liked. Over the course of the past two weeks, I’ve been emailing back and forth with someone from NJ Transit with the possibility of getting an internship there. My chances look good for it so I thought fuck it, I’ll try this suit on.
Pretty nice, right? At one point, I actually thought, “you know what, I could wear this every day…”