her first name, as it turns out,
was hazel. i know this because
my three siblings and i called her
grandma hazel. this, as i’m certain
i’ve mentioned to you before, was
a taunt that my father put us up to,
knowing she’d be very displeased.
and perhaps she was. but we’d never
have known it. i’d like to believe that
she rather enjoyed it as something unique,
perhaps even nostalgic. and perhaps she
did. oh, and the other fact: if she were
still around, my dear grandma hazel
would have been 105 years old today.
