you ever have one of those days?

i am having one of those days where i want to write, but i just don't know what to write. so i guess i will write about "this day in history."

december 7, 1988 was the day my paternal grandmother died. twenty years ago today. she was an interesting lady. she had eight children; eight very unique children. my fondest memories of her include going to the library, playing in her basement, and watching her cook. she always had the radio on in the kitchen and it was tuned to WWJ 950. i remember spending the night at her house and i lost a tooth. she made me homemade peanut butter in her food processor. she was also the person that fed my passion for reading. she is the first person i remember taking me to a library and a bookstore. she was an avid swimmer and runner. she was a math teacher. i wish i had the chance to talk with her today and relate to her on an adult level. i know we could trade some really good recipes.

i just thought of something else that is kind of strange. my dad was 32 when his mother died. i am 32 right now. i meant to call my dad today, but i got all caught up in some meaningless stuff. i guess every day is an anniversary of someone's birth or death. but today just feels different.