Grandma

Ever since my maternal grandmother passed away, I’ve been looking everywhere for signs, which were reminders of my childhood days with her. When she died I was only ten or may be eleven, therefor, aside from her memories and despite spending many times with her I don’t have any token that used to belong to her.
One day when I went to one of my friend’s grandmother’s house I felt a sudden ache in my body, suddenly and with all of my heart I felt her empty place in my heart as though I was losing her again. On that house I searched everywhere to find some common emblems that could link me to my own grandmother’s memories and make her alive in my dreams.
“Perhaps too much value is assigned to memory, not enough to thinking. Remembering is an ethical act, has ethical value in and of itself. Memory is, achingly, the only relation we can have with the dead.”

(Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others)