Grandma Inez is gone thats what they said. No one told me how and I don\'t know why she is gone I\'m mad because not once did I cry during her funeral or her wake i made up excuses to not go to pay the time she gave to me.
Grandma Inez bothers me because in the indian way they want you to mourn for them like they mourn for you, I tell my mom and she thinks nothing of it but to say \"just go to bed\". All I can do is take to the bottle and wish the world the luck cause all I got stuck with is the headstone of my grandma Inez.
