Birthday letters #4 (The Blue Flannel Suit #2)

21 years ago I saw my dead grandmother, naked & lying on her right side where the cancer started. That was the second time I saw her pubic hair. The first time was when I was five. Old men were trying to wrap her pale stomach in white silk. They struggled with the unexpected heaviness of her corpse. She was three hours dead and already, I had to say goodbye. Too young to understand, too old to cry. The only thing I could do, was turn the mildewed Koran tapes over on the silver Sony on top of the breakfast table.

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