Grandma’s Unveiling (& The Memory I Shared)

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. I felt I didn’t really have the right, in a way. I never really got the chance to have a close relationship with her as my cousins did. My siblings and I lived states away and weren’t able to visit often. I suppose I worried that crying could be mistaken for me being fake or an attention seeker. I’m not entirely sure why I felt that, I have never been given any reason to believe that my family would think anything negative of me, but that irrational thought plagued me throughout the ceremony. So I didn’t. Cry, that is.