sashinka | observation orientated, with a twist of lime | a blog

What's a shiva? When I was about four and my Grandpa died, we had to write news at school. I wrote: "my grandpa died. We have parties every night." My grandma also told me that he was up in heaven helping the angels, and if I looked carefully enough, maybe I could see him. Which I tried, until I took my eye off the road and walked into a lampost, knocking myself out.