4 August 2005 (Thursday)
boy do i suck
This time I really am the worst granddaughter ever. I forgot my Grandma's yahrzeit (anniversary of her death, according to the Jewish calendar) yesterday. (Obviously not that grandmother.) Even worse is that I thought about it at mincha (afternoon services) last Shabbat, when we usually say a remembrance prayer for those whose yahrzeits fall in the coming week. I thought of it, then tried to line up the calendar in my head and decided that it must really be the following week, and then figured that I should double-check upon getting home just to be sure. And of course I didn't check.
And I forgot about it entirely yesterday, and now I'm at work and all upset about it and I can't do a damn thing. She even tried to remind me, you see, because yesterday when I was home sorting through random boxes I came across a letter from her from 1996. What the hell was that doing in there?
