Eulogy For Grandmother

“It’s nothing, really honey, it isn’t anything,” my mama, then said doing her best to avoid the question as she continued to lead me back to the top of the stairs. I however stubbornly fought her the whole way. “It’s just some leftover stuff that your grandmother was into that was apparently never cleaned up. I told you about how she was a herbalist and a naturalist, and into all kinds of weird ritualistic medicine.” “Yeah, right,” I huffed as we finally had made our way to the top of the stairs. My mama staying close behind me so I couldn’t slip past her to go back into the basement. That stuff looked like Devil worshiping shit to me, I thought as I’d reached the confines of the kitchen, but I dared not say that to my mama. But, at that moment I had made a mental note to sneak back downstairs the first chance I got so I could really check it out. Maybe even take a few pictures of it so I could try to look it up on

Which then caused me to stub my toe on a ladder that been leaning up against the far wall which then caused me to swear out in pain. But it was just before I had reached the back of the shed, when suddenly a white and orange cat shot-out passed me, weaving in and out of the tangles of debris and going right through my legs. The cat had startled me something awful, and when I turned around to see where it had gone, to my surprise it was still there, right behind me now just sitting on the lawn. It was staring at me intensely with its hazel eyes, and to me it was like looking at a ghost. Just then, for a reason unbeknownst to me, I thought of the little boy from down the street, the one whom stuck his tongue out at me. How deeply he had stared at me when my family and I drove past him. “I see you’ve made a friend,” a voice said from behind me and I turned around to see that it was my mama walking up from the