The document reflects on the author's childhood memories of staying at their grandmother's apartment, where they would watch TV and eat treats they didn't have at home. It describes waking up early to return home and their grandmother visiting the author's grandfather in the nursing home daily. Now when visiting Chinatown, it doesn't feel right without seeing their grandfather in the apartment or on the steps where he fell. The author no longer visits their grandfather's gravesite near Chinatown since he was moved and is now buried elsewhere. This summer was the first time in 10 years the author slept over at their grandmother's house again, where SpongeBob was on TV and Cool Whip waiting, reminiscent of memories from their childhood.
The document reflects on the author's childhood memories of staying at their grandmother's apartment, where they would watch TV and eat treats they didn't have at home. It describes waking up early to return home and their grandmother visiting the author's grandfather in the nursing home daily. Now when visiting Chinatown, it doesn't feel right without seeing their grandfather in the apartment or on the steps where he fell. The author no longer visits their grandfather's gravesite near Chinatown since he was moved and is now buried elsewhere. This summer was the first time in 10 years the author slept over at their grandmother's house again, where SpongeBob was on TV and Cool Whip waiting, reminiscent of memories from their childhood.
The document reflects on the author's childhood memories of staying at their grandmother's apartment, where they would watch TV and eat treats they didn't have at home. It describes waking up early to return home and their grandmother visiting the author's grandfather in the nursing home daily. Now when visiting Chinatown, it doesn't feel right without seeing their grandfather in the apartment or on the steps where he fell. The author no longer visits their grandfather's gravesite near Chinatown since he was moved and is now buried elsewhere. This summer was the first time in 10 years the author slept over at their grandmother's house again, where SpongeBob was on TV and Cool Whip waiting, reminiscent of memories from their childhood.
The document reflects on the author's childhood memories of staying at their grandmother's apartment, where they would watch TV and eat treats they didn't have at home. It describes waking up early to return home and their grandmother visiting the author's grandfather in the nursing home daily. Now when visiting Chinatown, it doesn't feel right without seeing their grandfather in the apartment or on the steps where he fell. The author no longer visits their grandfather's gravesite near Chinatown since he was moved and is now buried elsewhere. This summer was the first time in 10 years the author slept over at their grandmother's house again, where SpongeBob was on TV and Cool Whip waiting, reminiscent of memories from their childhood.
To this day it is a special treat to see Lucky Charms sitting in the highest cabinet and we never had cable, my sister and I had to sleep on pull-out couches over at my grandmother’s one-bedroom apartment to watch “SpongeBob” for so long that we had headaches My grandmother let us eat breakfast for dinner and put as much Cool Whip on our frozen fruit as we wanted and we could eat in front of the television “They need this” she’d tell my mother At five am we would wake to the sounds of clanging pots and pans, an alarm that meant we’d be going home in just a few hours, in time for her to go visit my grandfather in the nursing home as she did every day, alone in her silver Saturn - We go sometimes, making the trek from Evanston to China Town in my mother’s new blue Mazda, not being in the Honda it doesn’t feel right; not seeing my grandfather in the apartment or walking down the steps he hit his head on so many years ago, the steps my sister and I used to hide on, him playing along, or the wall still lined with blood from a fall that let my grandmother stay in the apartment but not him - We no longer visit my grandfather At least not near Chinatown He has since been moved six feet under But I still talk to him through photos of us writing together and summer camp rabbi’s who tell stories of him, my eight-year-old campers confused why their counselor is crying
this summer my sister and I slept over
at my grandmothers for the first time in 10 years SpongeBob was already playing and Cool Whip waiting on the table