dance

I spent last weekend in San Francisco for my grandmother's funeral. It wasn't a sad event. She was very old and not doing so well, so really it felt more of a relief. The best part was flipping through ancient photo albums, and realizing that my grandparents were indeed young and wonderful and full of spirit. Verification.

The photographs of them dancing make me buzz with happiness.


If you look very closely, you can see my grandmother's cigarette dangling from her hand while she danced in the kitchen.