Glad

“He was a mean son of a bitch and I’m glad he’s dead.”

I didn’t know my grandfather. Nobody, including my mother, ever spoke about him. One time I asked my Uncle Dave about him. That was his answer.

When something like this lives in your family history, how does it affect the generations that come after?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. “I am glad you came.” She spoke from her lips .
    Her eyes spoke a different language. They said that she was not welcome , and that she had chosen a wrong moment to arrive .
    “Please stay for dinner “, actually meant , please make yourself scarce , we are going to have dinner . In other words , scram , go away .
    I had encountered this dichotomy between words and purpose , ages ago , when I was working in a hospital of repute. The morning matron came and was promptly upset with me . A team of oncologists had taken a round around midnight , and had prescribed fresh frozen plasma for a patient . I had taken lots of trouble to procure and administer them.

    “No, that was not done . Those orders were not to be followed , they were to be written on her papers. You wasted two pints of good plasma. Expensive too.”

    Seeing my flummoxed look , she said , trifle exasperated ,”For heaven’s sake girl !! Can’t you see , she is gasping !! She won’t last long . Terminal case of carcinoma . Why do you think the doctors came so late at night to see her?”

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