November 10, 2003.
will you remember?
my grandmother had a closed coffin with a glass window.
my youngest nephew is two. at the funeral, he squirmed out of arms that were holding him to make his way to the coffin, where he leaned over and kissed the glass window.
giving our grandmother a last kiss goodbye.
he looked up then, as people cried, perhaps looking to see if anyone smiled. some did.
i wondered, then, if he would remember this when he got older.
now, i wonder if it will ever haunt him.